Plans for the future

Plans for the present

Planned by councils

Not with the residents

They know better

than us you see

They are the experts

To them we’re like trees

That blow hot and cold

In the political wind,

until our voices are

completely dimmed

By the length of time 

The process takes

Apathy kicks in

and it all goes away

The bulldozers

then appear In view

To produce more neighbours 

For me and you!

(Beware of wolves in suits)

The Urban Poet 2018