Utopia
Two great minds had a tete-a-tete
to apply their intellectual grace
to the achievement of a utopian state
and improving the condition of the human race.
Said one, "Religion leads to violence,
foolish thought and senseless wars.
Therefore, replace all faith with science
and utopia will certainly be ours."
Said the second, "No, no, my friend;
the root of all evil is wealth and greed.
Pay everyone the same and crime will end,
and we shall have a utopian world indeed."
As the two were in debate,
a mouse emerged from a hole in the wall
to add his piece to their tete-a-tete,
having carefully listened to it all:
"It isn't faith or wealth," said he,
"or inequality that prevents your goal;
you look at the flower but not the seed:
The source of corruption is man's own soul.
"It is man's own nature that creates
the problems in the things you seek to fix;
therefore, no matter what changes you might make,
your desired utopia can never exist."
The mouse went back into his nook
as the two men sat and stared, dumbfounded---
left in a state of mild shock
by the wisdom that the rodent had propounded.
Then, one at a time, they left the room---
sober and more humble than before---
back to the ivory towers from which they'd come,
and the last turned out the lights and shut the door.
Copyright © Bluebell Dixon | Year Posted 2019
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