You say: Your Poem: ROOF TOP TREES.
Once beautiful buildings almost stand as they rot.
Greedy investments by greedy developers who abuse.
Our city falls apart,as owners live nicely On the Wirral side of the Mersey. Their greedy hands rub,as their greedy minds think, But for buildings once ours they show no mercy. All over our town buildings barely stand,down on their knees.
The cruel weather closes in,and you can see the rooftop trees.
So much of our culture,our heritage and more.
So many buildings have a boarded up door.
Once beautiful designs fall apart at the seams Once great designers turn in their graves, Annoyed at the nightmare that's become of their dreams.
All over our city buildings ready to fall to their knees.
Nature plays her cruelest trick,as birds nest in rooftop trees.
by Stephen Wooley, Croxteth
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|Publication:||Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)|
|Date:||May 21, 2004|
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