When shops close down to make way for the Giants
It's not without a lot of deep set pain
For shoppers they may see it a bit differently
Caught up in the froth of extra gain
But Businesses, the one man band and others
Who serviced towns for years and years and years
Who went without to offer an alternative
Are sacrificed but no one see's their tears
Displacement of the staff and choice diminished
Support for Local Trading bore its cost
The real social cohesion that had made the town
Attractive, individual has been lost
Other traders also lost their livelihoods
Perhaps the fighting spirit ebbed away
The big boys used their power
And turn the Councils heads
For the SAMENESS factor
Kind of makes their day
The little Business Cleansing is apparent
Competitiveness is what the Giants scream
We all pay for the pleasure of their services
The superstores are guilty it would seem
All sorts of stuff go by them every which way
The 3 rd world will remain forever poor
The local farms don't get to see the action
I liken them to a sickly Dinosaur
They will you see get bigger by the moment
Gorging on the spoils that are around
But greed is what maintains their sad polarity
And like the Dinosaurs in mud they'll drowned

It's only sad that I won't see it happen
But in the depths of my soul maybe I
Can come back as a a fly upon the boardroom wall
As many of these Giants start to die
And I can revel in the sounds of sobbing
From the fat cats who displaced us long ago
Chunks of real experience and caring
From many faceless people it did go
And whilst their bones have whitened in the cold earth
Small Business's will flourish wait and see
Everything on earth goes round in cycles
In 40 years or so watch out for me