Buried Treasure

I stuck my head out the window doing 93, and just then remembered how it used to be…
no life jackets, no kill switches, just leap…and swim to the beach
you couldn’t slap the smiles off our faces, natural habitats are public places
who would’ve thought, the council local, would kill our coastline and not another (Hurricane) Opal

that shore was all of ours and you stole it, and then you paved, then flipped, then sold it
and so they keep auctioning the state away, destroying what I loved, building what I hate
my teeth gnash as I think back - look what we had, and look at we did with it
no one hears dissent here and I wish, sometimes, that I knew more about explosives

Welcome home! oh, we’ve made some renovations here, son
don’t mind the mess, it’s the best, this endless construction
we’ve taken white, sand, rolling dunes and sea oat roots and
put up some piggy banks, right along the water’s flank,
side by side by side and without end

all the places we used to go for free, from Hidden Pier to Spyglass i now see
shadows over front beach road telling me, there’s been an awful mistake
What’s a buried treasure worth and why did I never have a say?
Eyesores blocking out the water, coveys of cranes, have we any shame?
and they didn’t even bring us any jobs! unless you count the endless tourist-shit shops
and the “budgeted” immigrant employees that you’ll need to take care of your buildings,
what public forum authorized this? everyone I’ve ever asked just loathes it
except businessmen, pro-growth yes men, who’d sell their lives for profit

Welcome home! oh, we’ve made some renovations here, son
don’t mind the mess, it’s the best, this endless construction
funny how they always told us to keep off of the dunes
then fenced ‘round, broke ground, winked, and ushered in developers with 39 story rooms