Look, what
they've done with their concrete and steel:
A seawall
that's endless where sea meets shore
In place
of the sand beneath sole and heel;
The
beaches of Butterworth are no more.
Look, what
they've done with their concrete and steel:
A seawall
so ugly the eyes are sore
As fat
were the wallets that closed the deal;
The
beaches of Butterworth are no more.
Look, what
they've done with their concrete and steel:
A seawall
and not the beaches of yore
Along
which we ran barefooted with zeal;
The
beaches of Butterworth are no more.
