Inconsiderate

They ruined the eery morning echoes
They ruined the blinding dawns and the haunting dusks
They ruined the soft breeze running through the dewy spring leaves and the timid rustling of foxes through the hedge rows of late summers
They ruined it with there power stations
They ruined it with there factories and there machines and there noisy vehicles pumping out thick black smoke
They ruined it with there careless stomping through innocent forests
They ruined it