Progress in Motion

All the shelves been emptied, there are no books left about; Both hist'ries and the words become nothing but a shout. Those in the old paintings that hang, but barely displayed, Hold the names forgotten as places and faces fade. The gardens are vacant for last year's crops are long gone. This land's now for condos from this first day and beyond. There will be no playgrounds, they are pulling down the schools; Concrete jungle's coming as well as are private pools. Mountains will disappear behind the large one way glass; Rivers are diverted, there will be no mountain pass. Trees come down for lumber, grass is turned over for roads; Then come one acre blocks to the rich they will be sold. If ones kept the paintings they are rich beyond compare; They hold a heritage, yet so few here are aware. Pride goes before the fall in all of this commotion; What's left is flattened by the progress that's in motion.