REAR VIEW MIRROR

 

The bulldozers are coming.

     I see them in my rear view mirror.

Once they went before me,

    To make my passage safe and clear.

Now they’re coming after me,

     For I am in the way, I fear.

The bulldozers are coming.

 

They are the driving force

     Behind our civilization--

The great democratizers

     That level the situation:

Insuring that once Nature is

     Subdued beneath their blades,

The world of man’s artifice

     Will triumph and be brave.

The bulldozers are coming.

 

I push the pedal to the floor.

     They tailgate without mercy;

Split forests into lumber boards;

     Plow mountains into highways.

And though their work for them is hard,

     They will erase all History.

The bulldozers are coming.

 

They are a great amnesia

     That stupefies the human race:

Make way for the fantasia

     For which their furrows have been traced!    

Once they went before me,

     To make my passage safe and clear;

Now they’re coming after me,

     For I am in the way, I fear.

The bulldozers are coming.