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The Train
They'll be able to tell,
Tell their children
About the hungry caterpillar
That ate up all the trees
In our beechy,
Peachy valley.
The big, fast, shiny train
On it's long, long legs
That never stops here
That cracks our houses
That dries our river
That nobody rides on.
Nobody has the money
For a ride on the toy.
We have to wait, sidelined
For our antique rattlers
To take us to the mines
Of glassy old London town.
Stranded on opposite sides
Of our pillaged valley
The deer, the rabbits. And us.
No added value at all in
Sentient beings, dumb animals
And disenfranchised humans.
But what can we do?
Surely we are not
Tree hugging hippies?
Surely we don't have to...
Chain ourselves to trees?
Surely the dinosaurs
Won't violate their own?
Wake up, baby.
by Margot Hutcheson
