Progress

A long time ago when this country was being born we used to treat the nativeswith hatred and with scorn People said that progress was sure to come along when everyone was white and the Indian dead and gone We took away their country and ushered in the black it wasn`t very long till we tried to send them back Now is this realy progrewss no nation likes the other father killing son and brother fighting brother Now many years have passed and things they seem the same nation fighting nation and war is just a game The brits they fought the Frenchme then along there came the Hun progress just seemed tobe who had the biggest gun Now you read the paper a husband kills his wife a son he kills his mother and is sentenced then to life Now I sit and wonder what will my children see fifty years from now what will progress be