Builders banging, tearing away
Destroying the old, renewing again
Regeneration not always good
Some things should be left as they should
A five hundred year old house torn down
Beams and thatch as ordered by council clowns
Just to build yet more lego homes
That people can ill afford on pennies alone
Whilst shops lay empty in cities and towns
And people struggle with work, in debt they drown
These buildings lay derelict for many years
Eventually torn down with little tears
They could’ve been used to regenerate
Kept much the same as yesterday
A little work to spruce them up
Just a little tender love
Whilst many are forced from their homes
Others live in hostels scared and alone
Some live rough and go through hell
Oh how they have stories to tell
Then there’s an influx of many from afar
Yet no jobs or homes from the start
Silent voices go unheard
Lego houses rise, nothing is learned
Is it ever
Is it ever…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
The second stanza I really connected with and the original wordplay and imagery was great. The whole poem flows well and really tells of the irony of reality. Thanks for sharing.
Bless you, thank you for that. It’s just what I see when I walk through my town, one I don’t recognise at all anymore sadly and most of the people I once knew in it are now gone elsewhere.