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I wonder what the price of progress is,
And if we knew, would we dare to pay
And if we knew, could we dare to pray
That God forgive what we deliberately did?
I wonder what the cost of living is
And if the corpse that bears our weight
Was worth the gluttony and hate
It took to get us here
To speed their passing and fuel their fears
I wonder what the cost of our living is?
Is it that somewhere in a sweat shop
We saw an agonized sweat drop
And made it an image for "a cause"
That we champion without claws
Unless someone else dares to make them?
And I wonder if we matter in the white space without applause
The empty hearts and empty bellies
The glassy-eyed with legs of jelly
Or if we only do good things to boast
That we're making progress now?
But we're making progress how, exactly?
And I wonder do we even know what progress really is
And if it's worth its cost?
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