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