Another Town – C J Mawganson

What can be done

Is there ever a way

To recover a town

That has long had its day

Octavia Hill

Fought hard for reform

But who will campaign

For a town so forlorn

The cars on the bypass

Are all we hear now

The grinding of gears

That drown out the plough

The betting shop shutters

Slam down with regret

Whilst girls in pink tracksuits

Smoke e-cigarettes

The greenbelt’s been sold off

The horse has been knackered

The buildings are crumbling

The people are tattered

No jobs for the boys here

No shifts at the dock

Who wants to invest

In a town they forgot

The meetings, the Quangos

The best talking heads

Can’t give CPR

And revive what is dead

They’ll call in the diggers

And knock it all down

Then make a big car park

Of this once proud town