“Western Progress?”
Antonio Roman Campos
POETRY
Some think the frontier days have passed away,
That the wild West is dead and gone.
But, if this is true, it must be asked,
Was it lost or was it won?
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The lovely mountain majesties,
So fair, pristine, and old,
Became to foreign prospectors,
The sources of mere pocketfuls of gold.
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The vast frontiers and endless prairies,
Once an Eden yet untamed,
Are crisscrossed now with railroads and map-lines,
For which we all should feel ashamed!
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A land as rich as Canaan,
Generously filled with spoils,
Has succumbed at last to human hands,
To our modern, bloody, and sweaty toils.
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Sometimes fortune is our misfortune.
Sometimes our ends are not our goals.
Why should we demand the world,
When it costs our very souls?
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