Greystones Marina covered in concrete
Their sins cry out to the heavens
Ugly, brutal and cold hearted
Beloved by builders who hurry
To finish what they’ve started.
Power handed down without wisdom
Upturning centuries of clear beauty
Who discard the ancient wheel
And try design a new one.
Greystones lying peacefully
Beneath cold cement and tiles
Exotic town they ravished you
They covered your classy style
Along the shore the flats run on,
On and on beneath the gaze
Of whirring cameras just the same
As in a dystopian computer game.
The emperor chose marina plans
The day he chose his tunic
The good news is all will crumble
Years before the mountain granite
Good luck, farewell and happy I
Never to see your face again
Nature will one day reassert
Will overcome the works of men.
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