Progress Way

Times past when Man was but a child

And Nature was both huge and wild

There lived few men who heretofore

Knew not the threat of global war

 

Perhaps this was the time to live

For then would Nature to them give

All that was good for mind and soul

Beneath the strife of modern life

They did not roll

 

But soon Man reached his early teens

Fire came to him by chance-like means

The axe of stone and then of metal

Did in war his nerves unsettle

 

Then came the Maxim gun

That splattered carnage at the Somme

And now the deadliest of weapons

The nuclear bomb forever beckons

 

Is this the end of Progress Way

That wound forever and a day

That  winds until will  quickly cease

When Man has run his aged lease