Concrete Jungle

A poem I wrote The Street's with no growth. There was no green grass On the Street's of Hulme No green grass Just a concrete tomb No green grass Just tarmac hard Cobbled street Flagged backyard No green grass On the roadside edge No flower, tree No bush nor hedge No green grass In the Hulme we grew Street football Was all we knew No green grass From the day I was born No green grass No child safe lawn No green grass No plans for green Just a concrete jungle Could be seen Manchester City Council Town Planning Department. You know what they did. They took all the tree's and They put them in a tree museum They charged the people of Hulme About £2.00 each, just to see them Don't you know It goes to show You never know What you had Till it's gone They took all the trees and They put them in a tree museum