There Is No Progress Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There can not be progress made,
With just one apple orchard planted.
From a variety of other delicious fruits.
Available to savor the flavor,
Their succulent juices can produce.

Nor is there a success to expect it.
Ignoring to then continue to suppress,
The ability of those skilled and diversified...
In various fields of experiences endeavored.
With this to perceive keeps them limited.
To an infliction of misdeeds kept oppressed.

Who is it still that ignorant,
In these days of lightening speed technology...
Accepting to believe there is benefits obtained,
Creating more conflicts that initiates division.
To allow that division to grow and manifest.

And who is it that unconscious,
Implementing deception to sow...
Done to anticipate,
Nothing more than a harvesting of certain death.
Who is it that could be left,
Cheering satisfied and pleased by this stupidity!