Progress?

Roof tops rise...

brown ripples in a bloodied river.

Flowing on to overrun, drown unheeded,

the last gasp of the dying land.

Unforgiving runs the road

this headstone, this marker,

to stamp our fate with misplaced pride.

Streaming, boundless, dripping detritus 

as it suffocates the earth's final breath.

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