Welcome to The Green Machine
Welcome to the green machine;
The factory of the country.
Once a forest full of life,
Now the nation’s pantry.
Sprayed to death,
Devoid of life,
A veritable green desert.
Once a thriving
Nest of creatures
Now completely inert.
The ponds and streams
Are all filled in.
The hedgerows all grubbed up.
If you’re a hedgehog
Seeking a home
I’m afraid you’re out of luck.
There’s no room at this inn
For any of you wild things.
Particularly if you’re an insect
With a double pair of wings.
Welcome to the green machine;
A sterile brand of hell.
A wasteland of automation
Producing the hard sell!
Opher – 17.10.2020
What looks like green countryside is really a well-oiled factory. Nothing lives here. If anything moves it’s sprayed or shot.
The crops are sown by machine, tended by machine and harvested by machine.
It looks green but it’s a million miles from nature.