Selling Our Soul

A poem for Coventry City Council Leader,  Ann Lucas, who wants our City to be swallowed up by Birmingham.

                                                                   SELLING OUR SOUL

It wasn't in the election leaflet that fell through my door
Once back in office, the bombshell dropped through the floor
The woman just elected to protect Coventry's historic past
Decided that heritage and boundaries could no longer last
Thrown out like junk, because the time had now come
For Coventry to be no more than a suburb of nearby Brum
Forget the family silver, this is the City's shining gold
The people we trusted are now selling off our soul
And when the public protested and asked for democracy
They were treated like fools by bastions of hypocrisy 
But folk from the Sky Blue City don't meekly surrender
Like Lady Godiva, the put upon's staunch defender
We've saw off Hitler's bombs raining from the sky
It became the Phoniex City, rebuilt with love and pride
From the cathedral to different creeds and cultures 
Things not valued by our own Council chamber vultures
A place so unique, dear to our hearts we always hold 
We won't just stand by and watch them selling our soul