Stop the Development
Swarming like insects
The development is coming
gnats, mosquitoes, and ants
They are destroying all the plants
Their buzzing sound
is more like the cash register going Cha-ching
It matters NOT, where you go,
like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow
They call it progress
They call it for the better
sly as the lie that is St. Nick.
They neglect to tell you nothing grows on brick
More parking lots and strip malls,
More freeways and byways and twenty foot walls,
Where the water runs in the road,
From a cup that has seriously overflowed.
They will definitely prey on the common fear
They are going to tell you things that you want to hear,
Where the stream beds run dry,
And the old man recollects with a sigh,
I plant this seed for the children of the land
In the hopes that we wake up and understand
Stop the development, a three story mall has no worth,
When all that we need can be produced by the Earth.
By Joe DeMarco
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