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

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Beata Agustin

May 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.