A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

One Hundred Percent

The price of progress
Is paid in lives and property
When a tunnel to the world
Destroys a house, and
Robs them of a home.

But just 10 households
Fallen into the ground
Is that such a price to pay
For progress and a world
At the feet of commerce?

A tiny fractional percent
Of people put at risk and loss
A price not hard to pay
(Especially if there's no blame)
So what if it hurts so few.

And yet for those few
Those fractional percents
The price of progress
Is a loss of home and hearth
And property, one hundred percent.