FROM THE HEART
by Mrs Freda Burton
We'll build an airport here they say
Waving a languid hand,
Destroying the work of a thousand years
In a rich and fertile land.
We'll build an airport here they say,
Ignoring the bitter tears
For homes destroyed and futures wrecked,
We want the land, who cares?
Shattered the peace when the moon is high
And the badgers creep from their sett,
Instead of a wide and silent sky
The howling scream of the jet.
The oak trees down beside the ride
The fields where lovers stray,
They'll devastate the countryside
Bulldoze our homes away.
In this beloved land of ourse
Its here we want to stay
With a stroke of a pen those London men
Bulldoze our lives away.
