Rose Tinted Glasses
Living of the happiness
that flows from others,
and greeting each person we meet.
No rich,
no poor,
for money no longer defines happiness,
all things needed
are distributed to all.
People frolic
in the fields and playgrounds.
Music is heard from behind each door,
streets are clean,
forests expand from human hand.
No more fights,
no more war,
people live healthy and free.
Race has only one category,
"Earthling"
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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