The housing boom: a bomb exploding out Concentric in its waves, erasing farms And forests. No more Sunday scenic route When driving home from church. No rural charms, Just mass bucolicide. Razed foothills laced With ingrown toenail townhomes still play host To deer that find their grazing grounds misplaced And in the labyrinth of lanes get lost. All this so out-of-staters can move in, Hole up, ignore their neighbors, charge their phones Behind closed doors. Our single greatest sin Was not in sweating, bleeding, breaking bones To build ourselves a safe and thriving town, But why we chose to cheaply tear it down.
This is so good. Bravo!