Guardians Of Atlanta 6
(Progress Is Knocking)

Dinner time came for the happy Jones family,
They sat down to enjoy their meal,
But something cold still lingered in the air,
And all three of them could feel,
The relentless spirit now climbing their steps-
A monotonous drone in his heart,
And soon that drone would collide with their happiness,
And trouble truly start.

Progress moves can’t be stopped.
Trees cut down and then they’re chopped.
Progress will never be dropped-
’Til this whole culture is swapped.

During dinner time with the Jones,
A knock came to the door and everyone froze.
Father Reed went to the door to open.
On the other side, was a man who was hopin’
To take their farm, take their land,
And turn it into a strip mall.

He reached out to shake Reed’s hand-
But he wasn’t gettin’ no “Howdy y’all?.”
In fact, he wasn’t even gettin’ a “No, sir.”
But against this man, nothing would deter,

Man: “My name is Phillip Keller.”

Reed: “Don’t worry Phil, I know you.
You’ve been sending your vultures
Off and on since 2002.”

Phillip: “Well, you’ll be happy to know,
The offer tripled in price.”

Reed: “It doesn’t matter, now get off our porch.”

Phillip: “Gee, aren’t you nice?
I’m telling you, you’re sitting on a goldmine!
This land is a big-budget deal!”

Reed: “Didn’t you hear me? I said, get gone!
You should know the drill!”

Reed closed the door sharply,
And Phillip Keller smiled,

His plans for their land
Going longer than miles.
He took one more glance
At their yard and said:

Phillip: “Looks like Mr. nice guy
Is finally dead.”

Reed Jones had said no.
There was nothing he could do.
He slammed the door on-
his corvette and stewed.
But still, Phillip plotted,
but still, Phillip planned-
To one day put an end
to this Southern strand.

He then drove off but inside Reed was asked
By his wife Emily “Who was it that passed-
By our door during dinner?” She happily chimed.

Reed: “Phillip Keller himself!
Guess what he wanted this time?”

Cyrus: “Is he still coming around?”
Cyrus asked in dismay

Reed: “Him and his cronies come by every day.
At least that’s how it feels most of the time.”

Emily: “That’s enough about that then.
Would y’all like some wine?”

And as the Jones’s enjoyed their dinner,
And Phillip Keller drove away,
The drone in Phillip Keller’s heart,
Droned louder with wild decay.

Progress moves can’t be stopped.
Trees cut down and then they’re chopped.
Progress will never be dropped-
’Til this whole culture is swapped.

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