For Progress

I.
Leaders crying, pushing, bawling,
Some where, some how loosing
Lost, crying, lonely, sadly
engrossed in the horrible tech
hopelessly marching off to?
Where are we marching off to?
What are we to do?
I lost my self in the purple clouds
In the golden night of street lights
In the darkness of your soul
I'm lost, but aren't we all
Give me something, anything
Push me out, march me down
March me forward toward
purple golden endless progress
Towards the insane future
Deconstruct my brain, my thought
Modernization, is it complete?
Post modern crap calling for
calling for the rectification of
Feminism and intelligent bullshit
higher thought and lower expectations
While the smart ones drown in drink
while the youth wonder aimlessly
while our future comes tumbling
tumbling hopelessly into our laps
and the beat has all but stopped
still the mob marches, banners waving
Progress, Progress, Progress, Or Else
and individualism becomes the norm
and non-conformists conform
And the future beacons with black eyes

II.
In the endless yellow sandy halls of learning
Where archaeologist try to dig up our books
with the use of little brushes while more sand
more sand, more sand, more sand, sand!
just keeps on covering it all back up.
In the dry painless, painful brick buildings
lies little forgotten wells of thought
little oases standing green against the yellow
waving for the marching marching marching
to stop and take a green, blue rest
At last the Archaeologist uncover a book
And after much tweeting, celebration, and money
retire it to a glass cage to collect dust
somewhere in the back of some grey museum.
school children, painted grey, trudge past
grungy little prints smudge the glass
but never, never, never, never, never
to touch the golden whispering pages
Leave it to the intelligent to bury it all again.

III.
In the grey cubicles of grey walls, floors, ceilings
talking on grey phones and typing on grey key board
Grey little mice, whisper, twitter, tag and post
farming in virtual space and blogging endless words
coloring walls with more gray, of different shades
While outside the march continues, on, on, on, on
The banners are ratted, the threads bare, colorless
The sunset is unnoticed, but brilliant purple and gold
we all just keep on marching, marching, marching
Joy for the endless progress, Joy for the endless march

IV.
The leaders of the march died long ago
Their bodies were left at the side of the road
the blinded blind follow the blinding blind
and all happily, joyful climb the mountain down
to were the shining cities are no longer shining
and the basket covers the lamp, pure black.
And all together we just keep marching
we hold the banner polls, now banner less
while cobwebs sow themselves over our heads
Love! the wind whispers, turn away.
Hope! the sky says in a brilliant display
Joy! the sun shouts in a sunrise of gold
Doom says the march, Doom, Doom, Doom
Look up dreary people all covered in dust
Shack off the shackles, off all the must
Turn to the Sunrise, and glorious hope
Steal back the dusted books in glass
Forget all your progress, forget the past
Live in the now, in here, in peace
weave new banners in colors new
And march off all together
March towards the shining cities
March all together for progress.