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May 26, 2010
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I AM PROGRESS
This started as a rewrite of "Progress" and kind of evolved........
I AM PROGRESS hide in fear
for nothing's safe which you hold dear
your hopes and plans and very life
I can ruin and fill with strife
I dam the rivers, gouge the hills
don't hesitate at filling rills
I make parking lots of farmers' fields
before me, all of nature yields
You think you're safe, beyond my reach ?
just hope you don't live on a beach
or your home, which took such toil
I can ruin with crude oil
The only god that counts to me
is my one goal :to make money
for money is the tool I use
to rape , plunder, and abuse
Behind the law you think you'll hide
with truth and justice on your side?
I own the courts and judges both
for neither of them, money loath
the Senate, House, and small town hall
I've bought and paid for both and all
your voice, to them, just doesn't count
there's no resistance you can mount
The ancient tree with welcome shade
is gone if profit's to be made
the forests full of squirrel and deer
I'll buy and cut until they're clear
So say goodbye to all you like
the mountain paths you love to hike
the streams and lakes you love to fish
remain only if I so wish
I AM PROGRESS, worship me !
perhaps I'll choose to let you be.....
I AM PROGRESS hide in fear
for nothing's safe which you hold dear
your hopes and plans and very life
I can ruin and fill with strife
I dam the rivers, gouge the hills
don't hesitate at filling rills
I make parking lots of farmers' fields
before me, all of nature yields
You think you're safe, beyond my reach ?
just hope you don't live on a beach
or your home, which took such toil
I can ruin with crude oil
The only god that counts to me
is my one goal :to make money
for money is the tool I use
to rape , plunder, and abuse
Behind the law you think you'll hide
with truth and justice on your side?
I own the courts and judges both
for neither of them, money loath
the Senate, House, and small town hall
I've bought and paid for both and all
your voice, to them, just doesn't count
there's no resistance you can mount
The ancient tree with welcome shade
is gone if profit's to be made
the forests full of squirrel and deer
I'll buy and cut until they're clear
So say goodbye to all you like
the mountain paths you love to hike
the streams and lakes you love to fish
remain only if I so wish
I AM PROGRESS, worship me !
perhaps I'll choose to let you be.....
— scribbler, May 26, 2010
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Critiques
scribbler
16 years ago
progress
Kailashana
16 years ago
Progress, it seems is one
scribbler
16 years ago
I am progress
xena465
16 years ago
Dear Stan
scribbler
16 years ago
I am progress
hippiepoet69
16 years ago
I Love it
scribbler
16 years ago
progress