Windy Place
By Isabella A
Published 24 September 2026
Bricks and concrete powder,
makes us shout out louder.
Why destroy this green space with your power
slamming down like a golden mace?
makes us shout out louder.
Why destroy this green space with your power
slamming down like a golden mace?
Bricks and concrete powder,
the ticks keep sounding louder.
The time is running out to save this green place.
the ticks keep sounding louder.
The time is running out to save this green place.
Bricks and concrete powder,
our pens start scribbling louder.
Sign the petitions over, check them twice,
then slice their hard hats in two
before the builders push through,
leaving nothing but dust in their view.
our pens start scribbling louder.
Sign the petitions over, check them twice,
then slice their hard hats in two
before the builders push through,
leaving nothing but dust in their view.
Bricks and concrete powder,
the machines start whirring louder.
Diggers tearing up the ground where nature's gifts used to abound.
Reaching for the sky, cranes rip up trees, and flora dies.
the machines start whirring louder.
Diggers tearing up the ground where nature's gifts used to abound.
Reaching for the sky, cranes rip up trees, and flora dies.
Bricks and concrete powder, now nothing else is louder.
The bird calls silenced, the insects crushed, and the possums abandon their homes, leaving a cursed wasteland alone.
The bird calls silenced, the insects crushed, and the possums abandon their homes, leaving a cursed wasteland alone.
They call it Victoria Park, but an ancient wind still whispers through the dark.