Its vandalisam, its more than uncouth'

Let me recount of the mirrored alcoves galleries of brands Whiskeys deep gold many types of bottles into optic feeds Highly polished bar timbertops rich shining deep.' Varied Paper coasters to keep it pristene, bowls of cheese squares crackers at the side, the sent of a recent cleaning Greetings warm when you stepped inside.' The old Hearth with a brass rod demarking its boundry the crackle Of the logs flaming, chasing smoke up the Old chimney' The walled rear convinnial gardens, evolved over centuries You could find in the country of England countless examples such as these.' Icons of much effort, yet so long Now under attack by the heartless neuvo influencers with ideas not worth a jot! Much over regulation.' The desire for More tat.? The absorbtion of online pastimes' yet it seems There are few winners.? The almost holy 'human touch' i See it was part of what was better.' The shared pot of morning tea, the opening of letters, taking time with the Milkman leather satchel slung, white overcoat sentinel of Three decades yore.' Its gone the same with churches the Pews all ripped away organs sold for brass, and gold reliefs Maybe painted gray? Some mafe into coffe shops.' Some Just knocked to the floor.' Now stand there stark drear Terraces more like gaols.' Than should be seen; on any countrys shores." Its all send a link.' And no one blinks as The old and youth are sidelined.' Its d e i its falseness first Yet i hear rationalitys cries.' I'm looking at the holes in socks i've only bought last week.' While on the t v politicans Promise to fix it up by a labour influx, because they are bent.' On getting things cheap..