Utopia is but a dream
With
multicolored feathers
That
flitter as they flutter
Through
a phosphorescent night.
No
qualms, no trepidation,
Only
peaceful coexistence,
So
lovely to envision,
So
fleeting in the light.
Alas,
we are not perfect.
We
can never know this Shangri-La,
This
paradise of worldly wealth
Where
pure nirvana touches all.
The
best that we can hope for is
A
land of opportunity where
Each
on each might have a voice
And
all may share the waterfall
Where
none need fear the tyrant’s rage
And
no voice need be still,
Where
kindness, hope and charity
Are
wealth to compensate the bill.
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