Eutopia

If my brother leaves home, is he not still my brother?

If my mother screams at me, isn’t she still my mother?

If I split my room with my sister, are we not still family?

If I stop speaking to my family, will they stop being my family?

Maybe I’ve no right to speak like I know everything

But then again, why does the caged bird sing?

A land that was whole now is a half of its world

Like a family continually arguing, not knowing when it’ll end

Born with the knowledge of being one

Dreaming of world peace, yet chasing fun

Wanting my land to be whole once again

Chasing the dream of Eutopia, forgetting of reality