Progress

This is the way the world goes

Poor remain poor, rich get more

It pours where coffers overflow

Opulence and penury in tandem grow

Nothing trickles down, upward it flows

Burden the poor bear over their heavy load

Seeds were chosen and ground well ploughed

Something went wrong when crops were grown

Hungry stomachs and naked bones

Need no preaching and sermons of yore

To hell or heavenward the wind blows

It makes no difference  to sinking boats

Would you exchange one day to know

What it feels to be poor, bruised and sore

Nature has provided to share and not hoard

Distribute the excess before the greed  overthrows

Progress is not what you flaunt  

Style, splendour, ostentation and class

But when oppression and inequality no more haunt

And poverty and hunger become the things of the past!