The Wasted Land
A tale of economic and moral decline ….but not a yarn!
Its citizens now with the wool pulled over their eyes
Like lost sheep, abandoned by the shepherd
No Good Shepherd here!
Enter Westfield
The neon lights are no longer bright
On Broadway
We’re all in the gutter, as the Irishman said
But too many here are peering down into the drains
Moral fibre has untwined
Like the fibres of the Llama
No longer spun and woven by the salt of the earth.
Like the fibres of the Llama
No longer spun and woven by the salt of the earth.
There is a hole at the heart of our city
Mike O'Leary October 2011
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