The Murder of Cherry Creek Town

Sounds of a Day in the Past Cherry Creek was a thriving small town Children played on swings up and down. They screamed with delight and why not? Today with no school, so homework forgot. How they laughed and frolicked and ran, All cares forgotten, catch me if you can! The swings were well-oiled and so no creaks Could be heard, but happy they enjoyed their leaps. Not far away, parents and singles formed a march Protesting against chemical factory built beyond the arch. Sounds of a Day in the Present Cherry Creek is now a ghost town And all the rusted swings are down. The chemist factory spoilt their fun. Children in Cherry Town were none. So many died from deadly fumes All protests covered in all newsrooms. But to no avail, for protests fell on dead ears. Parents left to other places shedding tears. The only sound you hear is the wind No swing moved, empty all rust lined. But I forgot the sound of money, The factory simply insults me.