Green is going.
No love, no emotion
No just leaving it alone
Life is going
No trees or hedgerows
just endless no go zones
concrete jungles
as far as the eyes can see
No caring thoughts
just money
Warning signs in open fields
Heaving machines
tear up grass
nothing lasts
Mud is blood
Blood of the countryside
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