UTOPIA
My place of beauty?
My land of woe?
a grand deity?
no such faux
a universal pocket
were all can see
no need for rockets
we all can see clearly
My world pushes itself
away from others
satisfied by itself
no want for brothers
to pass the time which never ends
a knowledge is found that never bends
and were is this place you ask
awfully confused as months due pass
think my child of that thought you care
and know in your heart you will never get there
UTOPIA
DYSTOPIA
A land of madness it is not
forget and move on we have thought
a place of sadness it can not be
this future of mine is too happy
everybody smiles
everybody steals
there are no Bibles
there are no feels
for what they hope is a future that is bright
but the future they get is dead as night
for they can not stop smiling you see
they struggle and squirm, they know can never be
the freedom of their faces in this too perfect calamity
they always cry inside, in this horrible place of sanity
A perfect world, it is not
so forget and move on
until your last thought
Great poems here Blake!
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