Wasteland
Past the sewage factory
Framed by pylons and chimneys
Are the wastelands
Here nomadic tribes
Wandering for days
Search for water or seek shade
From a savage sun
Here rockets leave for Mars
Returning after weeks
With dead and injured comrades
And scientific samples
Here too with the Maya
Battle scarred we powwowed
Made terms with their king, set sail
To circumnavigate the globe
It’s condemned
The wasteland
‘A proper eye sore!’
they say ‘and dangerous too’
The council wants it
To build a skate park
Cos kids round here have nothing much to do