The Astronaut
I landed where there were no kings or queens
A place called Perfect where it’s always calm
No black, white or any might, just in-betweens
Frolicking in the sea and playing without harm
Women never abused and allowed to choose
And they had sweetness and a special, rare charm
No bullies or any violence towards their young
And when there was any noise no cause for alarm
And no vicious, hateful words fell off the tongue
No crying or sniffling over slurs or vocal bombs
People knew how to resolve conflicting views
Believe the neighbor when the going got confused
And respect others when their encounter is true
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