Tycoon’s Divide

Tycoon’s Divide

In Bucks, a tale of fury unfolds,
As the Russian tycoon’s plan takes hold.
A towering fence, six feet in height,
A ‘Berlin Wall’ they claim, a blight.

The battle waged between riches and land,
Leaving neighbors outraged, taking a stand.
A decision that ‘stinks’, they vehemently declare,
As the community’s unity is stripped bare.

Unyielding walls, a symbol of divide,
Where once unity thrived, now we hide.
A word whispered, “progress” they say,
But at what cost, do we pave our way?

A landscape once open, free, and serene,
Now marred by walls, cold and obscene.
A warning to us all, a wake-up call,
To preserve what’s precious before it befalls.

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