The Ghost of the Park

They said that the park had a spirit

Watching over the children that played,
Befriending the walkers and tired souls
At the end of each pressure filled day.

It had secret places and hideouts,

Branch-framed views over town to the hills.
It had it's wild foxes and flowers
And a night sky of bright sleeping pills.

Now the park is buried in concrete

And it's soul treads the streets in dismay.
All the people live in its grey shadow
Remembering the one fateful day...

The Council decreed it be built on,

"Let us build for our people" they said,
But someone was raking in hard cash
When the Earth was ripped open and bled.

That park's spirit's with us each dark day

In the sardine slum filled with despair.
Our children have no shrine to turn to
As they breathe the town's thickening air.

One day our park's furious spectre

Is going to seek out those to blame,
Haunt the dreams of its gravestone builders,
House their lives in a cold concrete shame.