P R O G R E S S Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Mountains and freeways,
Running side by side.
The Internet and textbook,
Used together by the student.



Made me wonder,
Where we were going with this.
The tech music and accompanying dance,
Made me in wonder glance.



Laptops and KKindle books,
And the mobil phones' technology,
Did not up students' scores any.
Freeway cars, supposed to go fast,
Made me think we reached the limit,
Car now drove at the slowest speed limit.


During the rush hour, we rush to drive the slowest.
We're regressing while calling this progressing.



For in the end,
Fast went to slow,
Voice went electronic,
Computers when too loaded,
Slowed down to too slow.



Well then if progress,
Turns to regress,


Where do Earth's people go?