This Is Progress Poem by Jacob Schnieders

This Is Progress



Somewhere in time
Seems so long ago.

Nature itself has decayed.
The flowers have turned black,
Even the vibrant forests
Are now paved into cities.

For all of this,
When this wonderful beauty
Began fading to grey,
Only one thing was said:
'This is progress.'

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