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When a child is born
An old man dies
When he breathes his last
The baby cries
New life is born
And the old returns
Back to the earth
To feed the worms
The worms grow fat
The soil is good
The child grows up
To cut the wood
The forest falls
Around his ears
He's now a man
Getting on in years
The worms just thinks
But also fears
He wonders just how many years
He has to wait
To feast once more
The goodies on the forest floor
He waits awhile
But soon he knows
That nothing in the forest grows
For Man has wiped the planet out
And now the worm is in no doubt
That Man is stupid born and bred
And very soon he will be dead
So then the worm can feast once more
The goodies on the forest floor

Progress
Poem by Barbara Jones


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