By Debbie Palm
They came to our garden with shovel and hoe
And threats of eviction, "Now! You must go!
You have no home here, for pavement we need
In order for commerce to flourish, succeed.
Your garden's a menace to development plans,
You have no right to live on these lands.
Your heather and tulips will meet their demise,
Your labour of love will not cheer weary eyes.
You'll not feed hungry bellies, nor add palettes of green,
You'll not provide shelter for eagles to preen.
Your garden is nature, it's not wanted here,
For vendors and traffic hold this land dear!
One hundred families where once there was one,
It's progress you see, it can't be undone."
They came to our garden with municipal token.
The murdered our garden and left our hearts broken.