By Birmingham Poet, Peter D Hehir
HS2 past H20,
So where will all the nature go?
With trees all standing hand in hand
Across this dark unpleasent land,
Which once was green but we forgot,
To take care of this growing plot.
The greenbelt snaps a buckled frown
With trees like trousers falling down,
As highspeed tears fill a face;
An hour more – a different place
A field sliced were city bound!
Where hope is lower than the pound.
As soil dies beneath the grass
From cancer of the underpass,
And powers watched this deathly show
Of HS2 past H20.