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