In this world, we long for perfection,
A utopia, free from all objection.
But the problem lies in how we perceive,
The information we receive.
We're all guilty of a biased view,
But some refuse to see it through.
You can't prove anything to people,
As they cling to their own steeple.
You tell them, they cover their ears,
Refusing to confront their fears.
You show them, they close their eyes,
Ignoring what truth may arise.
And if you give them words to speak,
Their mouths stay shut, for they are meek.
It's as if they're afraid to admit,
That their perfect world may not be a fit.
But truth will always find its way,
And even in utopia, there's a price to pay.
For perfection cannot truly exist,
Without acknowledging what's amiss.
Let us open our ears and our eyes,
And be willing to admit our own lies.
For only then can we hope to see,
A utopia that's truly free.
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Author:
fulltea (
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Comments2
Great work!
thanks for the feedback!
You pulled me along nicely there - rhyming quatrains are definitely a form I enjoy.
Liked the argument too. Just one small quibble: In Utopia what could possibly be amiss?🙂
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