MEGALOPOLIS
©Trev Teasdel Birmingham August 1971


The soul is lost in the Megalopolis
The soul is lost in the Megalopolis
The heart is crushed in the Megalopolis
The heart is crushed in the Megalopolis


A simple breath is but a joy to take
When fresh and clean where grass grows green.
I hate your Megalopolis
I hate your Megalopolis


The simple sound of nature’s breeze
is raped with the thunder of of an industrial wheeze
I hate your Megalopolis
I hate your Megalopolis


Subtopian tenders of nature’s blemish
Have drawn up life time plans
To concrete the whole of the land.
Sister nature’s honour has been sacrificed
to the lust of the shepherd of the fiery furnace.
Godamn your Megalopolis
Goddamn your Megaloplis
Your evil Megalopolis.