When progress killed the countryside

Sadness gripped the countryside
A community and village died
The throbbing heart of Ireland
Its empty ruins are all that stand.

It’s a pity there is no one here
To see beauty in this biosphere
For nature takes its normal course
To scent the Lilly and the gorse.

Now in fields where children played
Lovers kissed, plans were made
Shattered dreams, emigration
Complete this countryside castration.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

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