The Tarmac Web

In space,
You see lots
Of dark viens
Constricting all land.
Vast flood channels wait,
Expecting the rush hour rain,
Supporting, cars, vans and freight
Tomorrow brings another monsoon
If you look closer, you’ll see the cracks?
Which an army of rubber wilfully glosses over
The protesting public earth, falling before a bulldozer,
Still suffering pointless death, beneath the hard shoulder
Let’s take the back route; a road less travelled by is a blessing
The country roads that time and maps forgot, non-popular, omitting
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