Progress
Progress is the enemy
it's never what it seems
It hides behind the mask of deceit
Progress always means change
change means money
but it’s always money for someone
who has never had to live with the
changes that progress has left them
Anytime you hear that they’re going
to do a thing in the name of progress
you can bet that it’s just another way of saying
let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted
and turn it into something sleek
streamlined, cold…and ugly
Without warning progress
will rip the heart from a place
steal its innocence
It will pull the beauty from everything
it touches and leaves in its wake
a crippled, used-up
shell of what it once was
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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