Building works were all around us
rubble everywhere
plants were being pulled up
heightening, my despair
my master and mistress
I hadn’t seen a while
the joy that they had left with me
was kind of out of style
the house was dark
and dismal
Now a noisy wreck
windows out scaffolding up
i was there to check
yesterday it happened
the digger at my feet
weeping i was weeping
no more was i discreet
the pain was something awful
a birch a weeping form
i was getting battered
it was an unholy storm
crushed and cracked
and bashed I was
into smithereens
mud and clods were everywhere
attacked by the machines
and so I lie lamenting
rubble everywhere
grief and sadness scattered
Its a bed of pain I share
dying in the hot sun
hearing the lasting cries
the persecuted Daffodils
the comfortless of lies
told to us regrettably
whats to become of us all
everywhere ,a bombsite
and so many tears they fall
a symmetry of uglinessm
is all thats left to see
distortion and disfigurement
an unshapliness there be
ravaged and unseemly
its hatd to comprehend
why this desolation
where is our lovely friend
she went off in an ambulance
but we do not know to where
may be she has moved away
and the new people
Just don’t care.