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I have lived under many
dystopian regimes.
Rulers come,
and rulers topple,
children die
in some sad squabble,
rockets fly,
launched full throttle.
You know what I’ve never seen?
Utopia,
land of perfection,
an ecosystem of happy interdependency,
world of the safe
and the free
and the equal.
Where breed the clean,
the healthy;
when will the unseen
get their pictures
hung in the ruler’s hall?
When they own
the place
themselves?
Oh remember
remember,
the lonely
remember,
the happy and able
the twisted, unstable,
come rulers
and rebels
set aside this fight,
come rich ones
and beggars
duke it out for the lies,
divide and conquer,
they said,
we must win,
the others pled,
make us all
one
make us into
one
make us all the same
so we will never cry
against our allies
again–
I have seen dystopias
and I have seen societies
eat and be eaten and die,
seen brand new life come alive;
just be patient, rebels,
your new rule is on the rise.
I absolutely loved this poem, especially as someone who loves history. This is exactly how it goes, regimes and societies come and go all the time.
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Thank you! This poem is actually the start of a novel-in-verse I’m writing, which is themed on regimes and societies falling/rising:) If you’re interested, here’s the table of contents: https://jordynsaelor.com/landscape-of-a-heart/
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That’s great, I’ll check it out!
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