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Progress
By
Win Rainer
I can’t help thinking something is wrong
When a singer gets so much for his song.
Look what it costs to put man on the moon
When poverty and disease, still spells out doom.
Publicity is given to those who are bad
No applause for the good, which is rather sad.
I feel that progress, has not been so kind
When most of our virtues, have been left behind.
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