In The New Utopia
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Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich - for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety? ~Thomas More
She won't let caretakers
cut down wildflowers
living under the hedge
at the boundary edge
of her very small plot
in its very small slot
in the unending rows
of homes in repose,
in which sameness is virtue
and uniqueness is vitriol.
Rebellion is not trivial,
in fact it is evil;
how dare you suppose,
or try to expose
the snugly fit knots
designed by despots;
the ones who make pledge,
and use every sharp wedge
to split off the capers
of the few troublemakers!
Epilogue:
The woman
who loved
wildflowers
has disappeared,
and no one
remembers her,
or if she
even existed
at all.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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