Progress

Cannot be restrained

No chains can hold

The indomitable march

Of progress

 

As if by magic

What was is gone

What will be

Has become

 

A crushing blow

Shatters the artifice of the future

Unprecedented

No history for repetition

 

The futures sought

Lay rotting in store

The web of marvelous invention

Unravels at the sundering of one string

 

There is no truth

That cannot be put to torch

Raising of metropolis

Laying of concrete tombs

 

From the womb of luxury

Bursts the threat of privation

No matter the sophistication of the lie

They are found as falsehoods nevertheless

 

 

 

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