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
Paradox 