YOUR POEMS

‘Hypocrisy, Hypocrisy’

The Elvaston Woodlands cry, “You’re holding a festival in our name

But many us of will die, Destroyed by you to make way for a road

Through this beautiful countryside.

The country park’s an oasis, Special, green and rare,

You plan to build a road through its heart

But traffic and fumes have no place there.

How dare you destroy the peace of this place? We trusted you, but it’s a disgrace

You call the road a ‘drive’, but that’s wrong

Over seven meters wide, and a mile long!

The reasons you give for this new access road

Are suspicious, dubious and crazy, You say that people don’t want to walk,

Inferring that they are lazy.

You plan replacement car parks, Next to the nature reserve,

On virgin meadows, rare in themselves

A fate they do not deserve. If a road is built, we know we’ll soon see

Housing on fields where wildlife ran free

The country park would be split in two

And historic landscape destroyed by you.”