The Utopian Truth
Utopia is rest.
Without the fear
of becoming subservient
Looming above like a curse
Rewinding history.
It was what the older generations
Have strived for.
In many variants of pain.
It always began as a journey through
The dreaded swamps–
Thick and waist deep.
Forests swallowing the lost into obscurity.
A moment through shallow waters
or clear pathways were scarce.
While the destructive world aimed
their vile glares.
After all the nightmarish turmoil
Sinking in their skin.
All our ancestors pleaded for was rest.
To gaze upon the land in pride.
To absorb what was deserved.
Lay underneath trees bared in ripened fruit.
Sleep afternoons away without the jolt of expectation.
Spend the waking days surrounded by family.
Every day will become a celebration of life.
No more hungering for bluer eyes
or accepting life sentences to drag
culture through a genocide
But dancing under sprinkled joy.
Utopia is free.
Without the weight
Of judgment becoming a prison
Feeding into reality.
Without fighting till the afterlife
calls their name.