They Call It Progress Poem by Martin Webb
They Call It Progress
In the West
Where the last spirit of
America is dying
Where the last frontier of wildness
remains the fruit of the unconquered
Where the last footsteps
of a living dream
were seen upon the land
This is where my heart lives and
clings to freedom
This is the story I know best-
the story of my life
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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