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
Copyright © Wayne Graham | Year Posted 2007
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