An Ode to Progress

Onward! Onward, ever we go Onward!
Nothing will do but to go Forward!
Progress must be our only theme
Our parents were fools, and the past obscene!

Where we go,
no one seems to know.
But press forever onward!
If the way is hard
Or strewn with dead an dying,
We shout above the mothers crying,
"Forward! Forward! Never back!"
The only thing we seem to lack
is any idea of where we are going.
But on we go, never slowing.

"Faster! Faster!" comes the call,
"Progress will finally save us all!"
All that's good must be Progressive,
While all our troubles are just Regressive.
What lies behind they will not say,
only that we musn't go that way.

"You'll turn back the clock,
Become a laughing stock!
For all that's good we must go on!"
So looking back is frowned upon,
But when we look ahead,
All we see are mounds of dead.

But onward we must quickly go,
and it is wrong we are put of so,
by the sacrifices that must be made,
Our onward progress they only aid.

As others rise to take our place
we urge them forward in the race.
"We can now do so much more
than our fathers did before!
If we should do the impossible task
is not a question we thought to ask.
Progress! Progress!" we softer cry,
"Onward, Onward, till we die"
The voice continues slow and broken,
faster, faster, away from Eden.