Progress

Progress

Madeline Spragins, Staff Reporter

Only when they’re gone will we remember
Only when they’ve vanished will we regret
Things that have sustained our lives forever
Are now gone, like the sun after it sets.
Because of our flawed wishes and desires
We’ve let the earth crumble under our feet
Like a wrathful storm or raging wildfire
We’ve succumbed to our own flame and wild heat
And yet, we still carve scars into the soil
Wading deeper into the savage blaze
Wanting a place beside the wealth and spoils
Afraid to change our old and hopeless ways
We level and ruin and ravage the land
Calling our misdeeds the progress of man.