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.
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