Cathedrals of consumption that’s what they are
All glass and marble every were
You walk around without a care
When the weather cold and wet out there
Emporium or shopping mall
Consumerism for us all
People watching not the same
Underneath this domed domain
Hustle bustle of the crowed
And music playing nice and loud
What ever happed to the high street shops?
Were people used to stand and talk?
All the gossip of the day
All seems to have gone away
No more chatting about this and that
The mall has put an end to it
03 12 2010
Chellaston
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem