An Ode To My Town

Coffeefairy suggested we all write a little song/poem about our home town so here's mine. It's a very bitter piece as I've watched this town drown in a growing heaving mass of excrement for the last 10 years. it's called:-

                      I Used To Love This Town.

By Phill Williams.  19th June 2009

From high in the sky, from a plane looking down.
See the sea and the tranquility of the land.
See the green fields and forests, the beaches and harbours.
The small boats, the roads and the town.

I used to love this town. I like it less now.
I was born here. But it's a mess now.
There were gardens. Now there's a rubbish tip.
There were children playing. Now there's hoodies....drinking.

As a child I looked up at the stall holders wares.
When the plates were rattled at the bone china fair.
You could buy all the things that your heart could desire.
From a fish to a rabbit, from a clock to a spire.

I used to love this town. I like it less now.
I was born here. But it's a mess now.
There were gardens. Now there's a car park.
There were children playing. No go after dark.

There were special little places, all hidden from view.
Where lovers would canoodle, and kiss a little too.
Now you cant walk there for the needles might stick you.
And the pushers might beat you or stab you or shoot you.

I used to love this town. I like it less now.
I was born here. But it's a mess now.
Once there were playgrounds. A pool for the children.
And smiling policemen. Now they've got tasers and stab vests.

The council close the factories so the place will smell better.
Then they grass all the land and put foot paths and sand dunes.
They make it look lovely so that visitors will come.
But the vandals come first so the place look a dump.

And the councilors claim all their hefty expenses.
And the rate payers moan about the coast line defenses.
When you call the police they arrive the next day.
Dont die in that place it's no go for ambulances.

I used to love this town, But those days have gone.

And everyone claims unemployment benefit.
Some will work “off the books�  just for drinks and a quick-fix.
And fourteen year old girls with a baby in tow.
Come home from school to a place of their own.

I used to love this town. Now I just want to leave.
I could swallow the pain, but I just want to heave.
If I have the strength to live till I die.
When I see what it's become, I just want to cry.

I used to love this town, now it just makes me sad.

I'm sorry if this depresses anyone, all I can say is...join the club!

Phill