Building Bricks Poem by Jude Ogunade

Some score years ago,
My town was aglow.
I saw greenish screens,
As flocks fed on greens.

Pristine was the show.
Serene was the flow.
Flora was sweet scene.
Fauna grazed on greens.

Streams snaked in sweet flows.
Farms had greens to grow
And none lacked a thing
Each thing with a sheen

Right now all is gone!
My land has been raped!
The land that once shone,
Is now with bricks draped.

Who is building bricks
Without growing greens?
Goats grac(z) e on burnt bricks.
Birds bounce on tanned trees.

Money did the trick,
Stole my town's conscience.
Cash is the culprit!
Greed, the nonsense!
Jude Adebosoye Ogunade