That is the kind of mentality that would have Mount Everest flattened in case somebody fell off it and got hurt.

That puts me in mind of parts of Denis Kevans's poem "Concreeto" -

"The Mountains are very crooked, very rough job,
Full of cracks, very rough, rough rocks,
Got to fill it up with the concreeto,.....................
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Because concreeto is beautiful…it's a beautiful colour grey-ey-ey…nice and smooooth
Nice and square, nice and straight, with the concree-eeto,
So the bushwalkers can walk straight up and straight down,
Saves time walking round the crooked mountains............"