Where have all the Gardens gone?

Where have all the gardens gone?

Office blocks that are forever empty

Rise to the heavens to the gods of plenty

This land they stand on should rather be

A place of beauty, with parks and trees...

This concrete jungle, stone grey streets

Which breeds contempt and a violent streak

For the youth today have no home

Forever trapped by cement, brick and stone....

The money gods of Hampstead Heath

Could do lots more for the young ones grief

Take Bishops Avenue and Willesden Green

They are as different as chalk to cheese....

Ten room homes with swimming pools

Tennis courts and croquet lawns

Just a mile away, just down the road

Bitterness and contempt slowly festering grows....

In one room flats in dingy streets

The youth of London live and sleep

Out-side loos and. roofs that leak

They do their best to pay their rent

To crooked landlords, who collect and threat....

For it’s in this city of dirt and grime

Some London youth will turn to crime

They know full well they have no choice

Against  a fucking Tory bureaucrats voice....

The money gods and their might

Could do lots more for these young kids plight

Instead of building these high-rise blocks

Of monstrous offices and empty shops

Invest their wealth in open spaces

Low level houses with a garden to grace

Worthwhile jobs with decent pay

Free education for everyone

And the end of this Fascist rule

A government of the people

Plus the elimination of these Tory fools

For if this dream could come true.

The kids of London could be like me or you

Peter Wicks.