|Banksy at Hastings Sussex|
Commercialism has successfully overtaken religion,
Tesco's populate every street
A place to shop,quickly,for products so cheap,
Land and individuality devoured by huge cartels
Whose only mantra's is to sell, sell,sell
Sweet Sunday song very nearly banished,
Buildings of worship abandoned, almost vanished,
Children taught of envy and to adore,
All their needs catered for at the superstore,
Brainwashed and needing things !
I want !I want is all they sing.
In village's all over the place,
Long family owned shops have boards across their faces,
The fight to compete with the big boys,
Losing hand over fist ,no longer able to employ
The communities that were once their clients,
The beat of the street now is eerily silent!
So when Tesco's and the like ruin the land,
Any buildings of history will decay to sand,
Kids will only have modern constructed monstrosities
To fuel their imagination and curiosity,
So simple pleasures and the past we should clarify
Love, peace, hope should be their lullaby!
Submitted to dVerse Poets Openlink Night where poets share !