It had been rubber stamped
The plans were in place
It was now official
And a bloody disgrace
Scottie Road was to die
For the sake of a Motorway
With questions of why
Should a community suffer
Because of a lie
The first to go
Were the people themselves
With a mass exodus
Out to foreign bells
With many broken hearts
Still longing for home
Without the caring spirit
A lot felt alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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