Poettopia

They had no army standing tall no navy with it's mighty ships no cannons blasting cannonballs they had no need for all of this. They lived in buoyant, peaceful bliss. They were joyful, and seldom sad. Great were they for poets they had. They had no master, but for God. A charitable and unselfish race no punishment, no prisoners to flog. They shared their love and with grace and welcomed all to this graceful place. They weren't boastful, or brightly clad. Great were they for poets they had. They fought no battles, waged no wars on them the sun would always shine. They never sailed for distant shores. They had no need for gold to find. They had no clocks for which to wind, a loving group thankful and glad. Great were they for poets they had. They were all we could hope to be a grand model for society. They were brave and strong, kind and free. A true vision of morality, yet never existed -in reality. So be thankful as the world goes mad we’ve been blesed with the poets we’ve had.