FALSE GODS
And they stand
In a huddle with clipboards
Plans in hands
Flash jackets by the meadow
Pointing up
At the propsed warehouse height
To impose dark shadows
On the skyline
You're worshipping these false gods
Like it's the only way
With millions in the Caymans
And nature's swept away
Ancient woods
Merge into the younger pines
Silver birch
Blackthorn hedgerow
Oak and lime
Skylark song
Badgers foxes bats and deer
Wildflowers
Butterflies fill the air
You're worshipping these false gods
The gates to minimum wage
With millions in the Caymans
And nature's swept away
Security guard pours his flask for more coffee
Fork lift rolls past these high shelves
So empty
Cathedrals of boredom
Where time stands still
Hallowed halls
Of tax avoidance on once green hills
You're worshipping these false gods
Like it's the only way
Another brown envelope
And nature's swept away
Swept away
Swept away
Swept away
Swept away
Swept away
Swept away