This morning I woke up to a new world.
It was indeed an imaginary world.
It was a longed for, utopian world.
A world of dreams and not nightmares.
A world of neither red nor blue.
A possible but not probable world that's
Free of hate; but filled with love.
Free of conflicts and wars;
Filled with goodwill and peace.
Free of sickness, pain, or grief;
Free of homelessness and hunger;
Free of assaults, murders, or rape;
Free of welfare; filled with work;
Free of handouts, beggars, or poverty.
Free of greed; filled with opportunity.
It was neither communist nor capitalist.
It was neither regionalism nor globalism.
It was not a dictatorship nor religious state.
It was not a republic but a kingdom.
It was The Kingdom of God.
Streams mingle with rivers
And rivers mingle with oceans
while oceans reconcile the distinction
Like humans converging from regions
Civilization marks a local population
Originating back to their initiation
Modern trends reconcile the differences
Substituting Regionalism with cooperation
People shuttling from country to country
Mingling one another into the sixth ocean
Time by time removed the separation
Both in inherited values and appearance
A cosmopolitan of civilization appears
As the scene being shown in Australia
The continent lives people from everywhere
They're converging themselves into
A fresh civilization- the spirit of Australian
Thomas Hart Benton
Regionalism favourite son
Painter of the authentic Midwest
definitely one-off I wuld guess
Politician proposes change,
They Campaign with fallacy,
Promises without prosecution..
exclamation to incite obedience..
Masses Match out in March to
Stimulate election like the Savior
of the poor is here, a new dawn
With hope..
Believe to beloved, election is here,
Party first before quality..
Tribalism thrive....
Regionalism is the criteria...
corruption irrupts..
The elect select only but with nepotism...
Politician con for profuse luxury,
Poverty they proffer..
Community turn to desert
Poor aging without gain
They decompose with their hopes..
Hope hold, tomorrow will be better
but bitter tomorrow is all we see..
Graduate gradually turning to fraudsters,
Quick money is the aim..
Street without ventilation,
Community without communion,
The sons and daughters of the elite living large without lack in Lake Como..
Here we are occupant without occupation..
The next election is coming..
Voters without a voters card,
Successor already known.
Politician lie to live...
I'll go to the president and tell him about the people's plight,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the ambushed and killing of farmers,
I'll go to the president and talk to him about the herdsmen and their settlement,
I'll go to the president and remind him about his unfulfilled promises,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the masses hardship, agony, anguished and plea.
I'll go to the president and remind him about the enormous natural resources the country is blessed with,
I'll go to the politicians and remind them of yesterday promises not tomorrow's election,
I'll go to the house of representatives to remind them of people's plea to represent them well..
I'll go to the house of corrupt leaders and tell them about the Messiah who gives them power to govern in truth not to be the ambassadors of corruption..
I'll go to the universe and beyond and tell all about the greed of men in Power,
I'll go to the president and tell him about the high rate of unemployment, crimes, segregation, tribalism, favouritism, religious differences, nepotism, regionalism and people's clamour for change..
I'll go and tell him these and more..
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