Progress

PROGRESS Tell me Man, what do you think of world we have created While I ponder, minutes pass and now that thought’s outdated Can we stop advancement now or slow our racing speed ? I am not the first to ask but impulse pays no heed "Progress is defined as good and satisfaction’s bad", I once thought along those lines but now they make me sad Could we not be satisfied with all we’ve done to date? Can we not sit down and say tomorrow we’ll create? Or better still, now we have built, can’t we just live for now? "Oh no, you say", as you rush on, your hand upon the plough. "There are many stones unturned upon this fading star; There are many roads to take, it’s quicker in the car; There are foes we have to fight, more battles to be won and we must thwart them all", you say, "to save the unborn son" Well damn you, Stranger, stop the wars - that’s all I have to say If this is how his future’s bought, your son will rue this day And you’ll be seen in history as he who would not heed As he who slit his wrist himself, then boggled at the bleed