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THE
MARCH OF PROGRESS
We have
to learn to live with it,
That's
what the planners say.
Our
cities must be built for it,
It's
here with us to stay.
To
satisfy the driving fad,
We have
to build more roads,
No
matter who we're driving mad,
With
noise of shifting loads.
Of
motorways there must be more,
Or so
the planners prove,
More
lorries with their thund'rous roar,
To keep
things on the move.
So pull
down houses, pull down shops,
As
progress marches on,
Until
one day the progress stops,
When
buildings all have gone.
To have
new roads, that was the scheme,
To take
us anywhere,
But
what was once the planners' dream,
Is now
the planners' snare.
For now
we've roads to everywhere,
It's
time for us to know,
Though
we can drive to anywhere,
There's
nowhere left to go!
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