Concrete and clay

We told them we weren’t leaving.
We weren’t leaving our homes.
We would never give up and we meant it.
We fought hard, but in the end they won.

They destroyed our village. Our homes.
Tossed us aside as though we were nothing.
If you listen carefully, on a quiet winter’s evening
you can hear the eerie sound of the church bell ringing.

Concrete and clay, tar and cement.
Replaced our beautiful homes.
Made way for the monster that became the A…
The road from hell.