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It's Never "just a building plot"
Can you hear their cries,
As they flee in the night.
Do you see their terror-
Understand their plight?
Blindly they run,
They can't find their way.
Oh help them, please help them,
For they are the pray.
Their burrows have gone.
Their salvation destroyed.
In panic they turn,
Their fate to avoid.
But the hedgerow they seek
Is no longer there.
Where can they hide-
There must be somewhere.
But the digger's have come
And ripped from their land,
The lives of the creatures
Who don't understand.
The foxes, the rabbits,
The badgers and birds.
This land was their home
Too precious for words.
Those fields have now gone,
And here in their place,
We have concrete and paths,
Street lights and fast cars.
No creatures here now.
The skylarks don't sing.
No cuckoo brings april-
The first signs of spring.
No owls flying low
And no bats to be seen.
All those small lives
Were turned into dust.
Just to help satisfy
The developers lust.
