The Street

The World I love is dead below my feet,
Nothing grows wild or thrives on this bold street,
Arching across the way eating the plains.
Such pain to nature I can not explain!

Fury burns deep in my now angry heart,
We have to destroy it! So with a start,
Pick and Hammer, sweat and numb hands,
We use to destroy this blight on my land!

((Iambic Pentameter))