They build huge precincts
On the outskirts of the town
Th seemed amazed that
Centre shopping slows down
Our city centres are dying faster
Now, as Corvid 19 marches on.
Footfall is decreasing.
Hustle and bustle gone.
That big prestige office
An almost empty shell.
Working from home
Works just as well.
A social revolution maybe, for,
When it came to needs must
The office based employer now
Knows he has staff he can trust.
No more huge property rents,
Large bills for heat and light,
All encouraging trends
Towards the city centre flight.
And, for the industrial rest
Even more wage slavery
From economic decline
And job slashing savagery.
Thanks to progress
And clinical planning
Robotic factories don't
Need so much manning.
Masked and gloved
With a sad air of defeat
The sanitised few wander
Our gum covered streets.
Three hours free parking
On the outskirts of town.
Is it any wonder that
City Centres close down.
