weep for the river rises

what comes beyond the moment we will know
in proper time and knowing may regret
the movement we call progress is a flow
that changes constantly and does not set
a steady course that we can chart and map
extreme reactions mark our strong desires
our wishes and our actions overlap
as simple lights turn into raging fires
we then demand as payment for our choice
the power to undo all the things we've done
silence the rival clamours with loud voice
and in the darkness call for a new sun
what we have made we hate and then we say
that those who speak out just impede the way