Some Daft Plot Poem by David Harris

As I sit at my desk pipe in hand,
and look out the back window
at the chalk pit and hill behind.
I remember what it was like
before the houses moved in
and decimated the view.
They called it progress
removing the bushes and trees
where the wildlife flourished.
They never gave a thought
to the natural habitat they destroyed.
They built their houses never thinking
that the new occupants
would use their neighbour’s gardens
as a short cut because
they were too lazy to walk.
The short-sighted planners
never once gave a thought to that,
all they saw with their greed
was money dancing before their eyes.
No one ever thought out things,
then the local councils never do,
they just think of some daft plot
and pass it through
so they can say they are doing something
to earn their money.
If they and others like them
had any common sense,
the world may not be in the big mess it is.
Greed covered their eyes like blinkers
and so they push ahead
destroying everything in their path.
One day they may wake up,
but I sincerely doubt it.

15 February 2009