England Tomorrow
(1967)

When you see the steel giants
Marching over pleasant green,
And long grey fingers stealing out
To grip each grimy blotch of dwellers;
When you see the buzzing metal bees
Racing till the crunch distorts their once noble frames,
And you see proud shining symbols,
Contorted, rusty, deserted and left
To lie, a constant reminder of our follies;
And when you see the hives of people
Chasing to their cities, surviving
Stripped of beauty in a wilderness
Of forgotten culture: - Then, my disbelieving friend,
You will be looking at an English countryside:
Tomorrow will be yesterday, and one more heritage
Will have been discarded.

D. CUTTING, M.6A