Progress

by Poet Lordy

Another I wrote in 1996, time to seed I think. I've always hated so called "Progress" where beauty is ripped up for the "better" of mankind. I hope my thoughts from long ago can still stike a chord today. PL.

"Progress?"

A place of a thousand years, where all that walks, is a herd of deer

For man today, this is the only way he knows how to pay

For the right of man does not include

The memories spent of others who cared

For the man who destroys all that is good

Doesn't deserve the timber we call wood

To see where roads lead, is not where they've gone

You have to look at what's been done

I hate the people, that "By-Pass" beauty

As I believe, what they do, is not their duty

Where do roads lead, what are they for

Because what they leave is naught but sore

So all the best to the men in the trees

I support you and so do the leaves

©Poet Lordy 1996 (M Britton)