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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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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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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 11/20/2020 12:29:00 PM
I did cheers as always S.O

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