Some thoughts on Britain's year of floods |
The Floods of 2007 They wouldn’t listen, they knew best They would have their way And so they built, didn’t even care That soon they’d rue the day. Fields torn up, roads put down Tons of concrete laid Houses built, more and more, There’s money to be made. And people bought, soon moved in They had their new dream home To make things worse, they paved their lawns Not thinking what would come. Green meadows went, gardens too Covered o’er with concrete New estates, roads, paths and drives The rape of land complete Views were wanted, rural scenes An escape from city strife So they went ahead, no thought, no care, What would come into their life. The years went by, the climate changed, The rain fell more and more, The rivers filled, still came the rains ‘Til the waters broke the shore. The water poured, all across the land, Land once called ‘flood plains’ On and out it spread, as the rain still poured Meadows once again reclaimed. Into house it crept, into business too Spreading fingers far and wide Destroying property, and wrecking lives And then the people cried. Horror came into this peaceful scene As the floods grew deeper still, Act of God, or greedy man? Or just plain nature’s will? |