Portia Inzone: Grade 8

 

I dreamed of utopia

 

Not one soul passed negatively

Not one frown sat on a face

 

Life was celebrated each day

And stress magically slipped away

Grey hair grew naturally

And being different was okay

 

Food was constantly abundant

Along with money too

 

Everyone stayed happy

And no one turned to the blues

 

They held hands and cheered

Without judgment or despise

 

And all went to sleep with smiles

That seemed to last a lifetime

 

I woke up to reality

 

With disease, death, and segregation

Sadness crowded the polluted air

 

Life was celebrated by choice

And stress even affected hair

 

Souls chemically altered their being

And having different qualities was frowned upon

 

Food was scarce around the world

And money was the sole object to depend on

 

Everyone was placed on a hierarchy

And many social barriers were defied

 

They were divided

Especially with judgment and despise

 

And all went to sleep with one thought in mind

Knowledge is the key to life