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I walked out of the gate and what did I see- a gigantic dandy looking at me...
I looked up above and what did I see- a dirty big holder all rusty like tea...
I glanced down below and what did I see- a path full of holes how can this be...
I pondered a while and what did I see -the point is not much that is the key...
I contemplated for a moment or two - the top of the tree we all cannot be...
I noticed it then the skyline beyond -time passes us by it goes on and on ...
Anon .. Martine (added 6th May 2009)
New Wortley Estate Leeds
Remember When /Sans Faire Rien
Remember When, our homes were taken, on the promise of a better life…….
Remember When, industry flourished , jobs passed down throughout generations…….
Remember When ,parks were parks ,a hub of joy for young and old……
Remember When, the grass was cut, now it just looks like a dotty old mutt……
Remember When ,the grates were pumped now there just all full of junk…….
Remember When ,our cemeteries were a haven just for quiet reflection, now they are all fields of Destruction…..
Remember When ,the houses were painted , now there just, all grotty and tainted……
Remember When, the paths were even , not a weed in sight in any niche…….
Remember When, as you travel through, the bus lanes for buses, that doesn’t mean you…….
Remember When ,we have asked, the answers usually, no funds to be had…….
Remember When, as you walk through the hovel, you can go home, for us this is home…..
Remember When, it was all the council ,at many doors, the echo resounding, ‘its not in our remit‘…..
Remember When, this you ponder through ,we’ve always been at the end of the queue……
Remember When, as you look within this, all you’ll see is a scene of utter desruption………
Remember When, you look within ,our heads are held high can you say the same .
Remember Now as you pass by us ,our answer is simple…… HANDS OFF OUR HOMES.
Anon. Martine.