There were fields once

Green and free

There were sheep, and horses

All gone now

Ripped up and subdivided

Sold off in job lots

To well-heeled developers

To flog their newest vision for urban living

Homogeneous housing

Little boxes all in a row

Cell-block chic in tasteful grey

A homily of conformity

And a litany of debt

Tiny houses all squeezed in

No garden, no air, no light

A fast food of basic needs

 A life of mortgage to a happy bank