Scorched

I’m parched,

I’m scorched,

I’m hotter than hell.

Bad enough they put us here

But did they have to take our shade as well?

They ripped out hedges

Tall and thick,

To make room for machines,

Their noise, their stink.

Their clumsy approach,

Their ugly return.

They smash

And crush

And never learn.

No trees,

No hedge,

No shade for us,

No thought for us

No respite for us.