They say we're making progress and things are better now
They say we're living longer and we're healthier somehow
They say that life's improving in oh! so many ways
But who can turn the water into wine these days?
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'But any fool can see that there are storm clouds all around There's a hard rain coming and we're going to get drowned' Another poet who spoke of the 'hard rain' also said: 'Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.' I think your poem in a profound way capture the feeling that the progress of mankind also might be her doom.