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Oh Dystopia a Tree 4 a Carpark

The long hard journey through past to progress These day's has far few many stops to make along it's tried and tested daily route to commute As cutting costs has so many uneconomic station laid bare in it's path Deemed unsustainable via accounting computer program ledgers with countless bites of memory to spare Once filled with dumpster full of coal and shoals of eadible fish pulse and grain To steel the masses for another working day to breathe new life into industry To service the never ending escalating intresest on banking loans that prop-up wall street share prices In order to finance and build a new Mall , Factory , Hotel or Flats On the grave of our past long before they have even been pronounced dead It happened to the cowboys It happened to the miners It happened to the fishermen It happened to the farmer's What paradise for a car park And job security for my family And an honest day's work for pay And human value self worth And yet and though it is with our blistered hand toil sweat and tears it takes to build your tower's It will be enough or shall it enable us to afford us to live reside inside your castles wall's As for us we are merely entrusted and expected to garner you with security Guard your carparks Guard your gate's Guard your monetary wealth Good enough to raise your children Place them firmly in our custody Pick them up from Ivy Schools When one is busy out shopping taking lunch , partying or upwardly socializing And all of this for the measly price of knowing one's place and one mistake could cost you and your family It's one and only breadwinner who put and set aside his pride to hide it deep inside a box That signals the future is the station boarded up you just past

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Date: 11/19/2020 12:18:00 AM
Hi Christopher. I guess everyone has their own ideas as to what other peoples' poems are about. Many a time I'm sure my interpretations have not matched those of the poet. But that's what I love about poetry! :) In a nutshell I was half expecting Joni Mitchell's Big Canadian yellow taxi (aka police car) to arrive at some point. The main theme I took was how entrenched the rigid distinctions between the different strata of UK society remain today and how unfair it all is. Poem & theme are class.
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 11/20/2020 12:32:00 PM
And also Gary may i thank you for taking your time to read more than one of my poems . Cheers ta much obliged and appreciated
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 11/20/2020 12:29:00 PM
Interpretation correct spot on my mate. It was soley inspied by you after reading your Signal Box poem as i thought it was awesome and touched a nerve. Also tried to ir the last verse is dedicated to it as i tried to incorporate it somehow
Date: 11/18/2020 4:45:00 AM
I think you had a lot to get of your chest there and I think you did that..
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Date: 11/20/2020 12:29:00 PM
I did cheers as always S.O

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