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Our Utopia On Earth

They say a perfect society cannot be done. But, we say, we can only try! Our utopia is new, but striving. Busy streets are full of smart women and men who are not afraid to break off and change what is wrong in this world. Our society has many aspects that many may crave in a broken world. For instance, we do not support the Outsiders belief in money exchange. Our government, located in the capital, agreed that the number one problem with the Outsiders, is that money is their obsession. Without it, they are lost. So, we have built a Resource-Based Economy that fits the needs of everyone. Rid the acquisitive propaganda and focus on what the earth has provided us. While saving the earth, it also prevents the materialistic minds of those who create massive amounts of terror and paranoia, which is an enormous issue to the Outsiders. “Save the minds and the Earth.” But of course! Our society is a Republic, like many of the Outsiders desire. The people are the root of important decisions. Unlike many other countries, our government is true. No large companies can control it and will not influence it since our economic system rids of consumerism. Many people here agree with the idea of religion. We expect all religions to be noticed by the government and to have a safe gathering spot. Whether you're a Buddhist, Wiccan, Muslim, Christian, or a member of the TOPY, we support you. A happier people is a safer community. The most important thing that our society urges is an open mind. Respect other’s opinions and do not judge them just because they do not share your exact beliefs. “Free the mind, be kind.”  And finally, to educate a student, is to educate your future. Educating the people is the key to improvement and success, this is why we value the best education and offer it for free to all ages. Let’s build a greater society for all.

Dismal 

Our country was perfect. Everything was just. But why is it like this now? Everyone is enslaved to the ruler. No one has seen a single plant in months. Our food is limited and toxic. The air we breathe in is thick and polluted. We cannot sleep, though we try. Our housing is nothing but the olden street we used to drive on. The buildings are in ruin. Our leader laughs on his golden throne while we run out of our tears. No one can speak a word. Slaves are not supposed to talk without the all knowing leader’s permission. Where is he now? No one knows. No one has seen him. He might be stripping another city of anything valuable or damning others under him. Suicide is the only way out. The disease passed in the enslavement rooms are ever present. They do not kill us, but makes us permanently ill. Death is a constant battle. Why push on? Why live if everything is dismal? The thought of it ending is a constant reminder to live. But if this is Hell, it will last forever.