WHAT'LL IT BE UTOPIA OR REALITY
(This is a poem I wrote last year in June and posted here. It is much closer now to a definition. I needed to repost, hope you don't mind.) Moving swiftly toward us is trouble dark, large, smelly and real. Some around me looked toward artificial peace. Others looked toward welfare for all. Many looked for the great lie; equality for all. There it was in plain sight dark, large, smelly and real. Why did they look away from the real US mess? To those seeking utopia, real does not exist! Sign in to see full entry.