How to change?

How would you improve your community?

How to improve my town? We are a bit of a post industrial area. A lot of industry has gone, mining, steel works, a tyre factory and a lot of the local potteries.

There are a lot of empty industrial buildings that have been left to rot. Our country charges less VAT on new builds than restoring old buildings, so a lot just gets left. We have recently had a spate of fires in these buildings, which is worrying and probably to the advantage of absent owners ( I have no proof they are involved I must add).

Our local government seems set on building apartments and car parks, but whether they are in the right places is open to question. Meanwhile plots of green land are threatened by the builders, and like everywhere else trees are cut down, roads are built and “levelling up” is touted as a great achievement.

But why are potholes in roads left unfilled? Why are historical buildings surrounded by fencing till they fall down, why aren’t crafts and arts, which bring a wealth of creativity into an area encouraged. This was once the centre of pottery in our country, no more? We have lost so much.

Then add trees and environmental improvements to the local canal and river and maybe people would take more pride in their surroundings. I just hope things can improve. It needs LOVE!

Post industry

Industrial,

Smoke belched high in the sky

Soot fell on childrens faces.

Clogged lungs

Cotton fell like dirty snow

From grey clouds

Skudding on a raw east wind.

Blast furnaces glowed

Brightening sullen grey clouds

Into false, rosy sunsets

Men walked, doubled over

In the black and dusty mines

Water dripped hot and dirty

Down bent necks

whilst picks and shovels

Hewed at the coal.

Then suddenly

Worlds changed

Smoke and smog was banned

Cholera and typhoid alleviated.

Government and Unions United for once.

Health for all, insuring life.

Workers deserving clean air and water.

Post industrial, jobs went

To other places, other lands

Workers not so lucky

Breathing a centurys old air

Forced to work for a pittance

One people taking the place of another

Supporting our modern, post industrial life

And money travels upwards

Into more billionaires pockets

On post industrial beaches….

Earth is clean for those that can pay.