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Utopian Thought

Utopian Thought

Social disorder

and upheaval of principles is a matrix.

Quantitive solutions over simplicity

has overrun us

like mad horses on a battlefield

shell shocked by our ideals.

Money driven

metal machines that kill are created

and building atomic bombs

is the equation

to our mathematical solution.

Genius minds

run amuck in governmental designs

and they

are drawn in as the principle device

that will create success.

The watchful eyes

sees millions not just one Soul

loosing their standard of observation

distilling the Truth

by its very own proxy and demand.

Social disorder

will become coined retaliation

as people rise to the occasion

and desperately try

to regain the freedoms they had lost.

To the plastic orifices of politics

to the junky mentality

of thinking for others, I am afraid

that mankind has finally cornered himself.

Now what shall we do?

Send in the clowns from some past era?

Bring in the dreamer?

Utopian consciousness

does exists on the fringes

and few

have the knowledge.

How does man

propagate Wisdom to find a better path

and did the hippies touch these fridges?

Love and Art is all there is.

Everything else

is greed and total destruction.

How shall

this World ever experience peace?

The heart of man must be restored.

Their divinity shall speak.

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