Plans for the future
Plans for the present
Planned by councils
Not with the residents
They know better
than us you see
They are the experts
To them we’re like trees
That blow hot and cold
In the political wind,
until our voices are
completely dimmed
By the length of time 
The process takes
Apathy kicks in
and it all goes away
The bulldozers
then appear In view
To produce more neighbours 
For me and you!
(Beware of wolves in suits)