PROGRESS

 

When asked if man

has made progress

some answer some

a bit at best

 

From caves to cars

we taut success

yet do we ever

coalesce

 

Bad blood runs deep

we must confess

though our old ways

block our progress

 

No advances come

until, unless

we discard our wars

our stubbornness.

 

 

◄ Author Ritis

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