Opencast

Written by: Tony Bush

They tore up the landscape
And scarred it with craters,
They tore up the landscape
And turned it all black,
Like some kind of hell
Had raised up to hate us,
The trees are all gone
And the grass won’t grow back.

They chewed up the green belt
With heavy machinery,
They chewed up the green belt
And clawed it to shreds,
As though the four horsemen
Had ripped through the scenery,
Waged war on the earth
And then left it for dead.

What’s left to be proud of
From pillage and raping?
What’s left to be proud of
From greed that defiles?
A smouldering landfill
Sucked dry and misshapen,
And nothing but coal dust
For a good ten square miles...