The
local plan says: “Tesco’s wealth
Is less important than our health
Green
spaces must be allowed to stay
So children have somewhere to play”.
They
ask our view of planning laws
And
we say “No more superstores!”
Yet
councillors look the other way
When
they find Tesco willing to pay
To
ruin our town, our heritage.
No
wonder we’re in such a rage!
Consider,
then, how people’s need
Is
sacrificed to corporate greed
Your
friendly local butchers’ shop
Trembling,
awaits the Tesco chop
For
Tesco are the bully boys
They’ll
tell you where to buy your toys
And
fridges, knickers, petrol, rice
All
at a quite amazing price
But
when the smaller shops have ceased
Guess
what? Prices will be increased
They’ll
bring us jobs you cry, they must!
Well,
not if other shops go bust
Councillors
cry – no other way
You’ve
seen the bills we have to pay!
Yes
– we saw how much it cost to destroy
The
Splash, our much missed pride and joy
We’ve
lost tourists and revenue to our town
No
wonder shops are closing down
We
know what brings visitors to our door
It
isn’t supermarkets, that’s for sure
Because
we’ve got six at this minute
Another
makes no sense now, innit?
They
say the developer is King
And
superstores a wonderful thing
We
say our town means more to us
Than
being part of Tesco’s surplus
We
want to keep our docks and green.
Scoops,
Sarah’s Dairy, Aclands mean
More
to us than a shopping mall
With
Tesco products wall to wall
So,
wake up Bridgwater, wake up and yell
Tell
Tesco they can go to hell
THEY SAY TESCO, WE SAY NO GO!
A poem by Glen Burrows
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