Pollution. And Stonehenge

Collusion pollution
The A303
The jaunt down to Devon and Cornwall
Must be
Flowing no hold ups
Just slow down and observe
The greatest of henge’s

Straightening the curve

An ediface built
By strong caring souls
Who cast as true warriors
They knew their roles
With huge Sarson stones
And with boulders they showed
Remarkable love for the Wiltshire abode

They followed the sun and the moon
And great light
Neolithic magic they did invite
Respect for all Nature
Living close to the earth
The true realisation
Of what was the worth

The Great Plains of grass
As green as could be
Sweet with the herbage
Where sheep constantly
Sample gods wisdom
The great sacred sphere
A Henge of such beauty
Stood centuries here

And now varying councils
Look down on the place
The myriad relics the antiquities case
Bodies lie resting their bones white as snow
But we feel the need to enter the show
With great JCB’s to utter and tear
To move those old souls
To be unaware
Of history made by former great souls
Who worked their hands to the bone
And remain really poles

Apart from our councils
Our grey suited bods
Who sit most of the time
Forgetting the gods
Primed always ready
To truly beautify
The landscape of Wiltshire
Which really is why

Tunnels and widening
Comes to their mind
The great Neolithic wisdom entwined
Lets break up and filter
The sod and just share
Let Wiltshire suffer
The new age despair

The druidic messages
Lit by the sky
Planetary influence
Ours by and bye
Meaningful wisdom
Celestial signs
The new revolution
The council opines

Gone is the history
Gone is the grace
Gone are the memories
It’s the disgrace
Of arrogant arses
On the plushest of seats
The great EV shifters
Abominable cheats