A couple of years ago, many tall blocks of student housing were built in my town. I hated them. Ino felt moved to write this:
She thought she knew what they were building;
Hoped it would be offices.
Too many ugly, cheap apartments
Have been built round here.
It soon became evident
These were apartments like the others,
Being thrown up, strung along
To honour some choking contract.
The town centre has been strangled
By these grotty cardboard boxes.
They crowd together, squash you
When you’re standing in the middle.
If you want to walk between them,
Thread around the maze-like edge
You feel that you’re irrelevant,
Dwarfed by what’s around you.
You want a vista in proportion,
Looking like the real town centres
People walk around in.