We the People wanted a utopia
we thought we could achieve it
but if everyone works together
we the people can sift together
and get what we've always wanted
So we began to sift through the dirt
And began to realize that all we did did not work
our courts could not keep up
our law enforcers could not do much
our prisons were not reforming
our jails weren't big enough
There were people who were different
though they lived among us
We knew they were not like us
Our people began to tell us they were preventing our Utopia
If you weren't here then everything would be perfect
They look down on you because you aren't like them
And they remained in their society
They looked around and said
"This still isn't perfect"
A man with one shoe limping by, arguing with a statue
The man with one shoe was thrown out
Now that the town was rid of the crazy man
They sat a waited for their coming Utopia
They looked to someone else
They said that person was preventing their perfect society
So they kicked that person and their imperfect family out
They looked around again and still noticed that nothing had changed
So they found someone else and said
And other people like that person
Surely after ridding their society of THOSE people
Their society would now be perfect
And see still nothing has changed
So they chase me and anyone like me out of their society
Everyone like the people before me
So now surely everything must be perfect over there
I hear disgruntled people in the society
They are loud in their disapproval of the ones that they continue to find
They blame this new person and anyone like her
I hear them shout over those pure white wires
What should we do with her?
I hear them ask each other
They have already reprimanded
even executed the other impurities
They still haven't reached utopia
So they resolved to behead the imperfect one
Now their society is small
It has survived the impurities
Til he returns to his thrown
Of the imperfections that dare to devitalize the purity of his land
Now that he has uprooted the weeds
Now that he has murdered the ones that he knows are hindering his utopia
He alone will live in utopia
Because You won't be part of it
Loneliness will forever be with him
Solitude will be his state
So now surely he can have his utopia
But alas he feels nothing
Everything is the same as it was before
Something he does not know what dares to ask
He looks around frightened
It gets louder and louder
His ears are ring with its voice
"No it wasn't! They were the problem! I got rid of them because they were not worthy!" He gargles from his throat
"Your wrong! Shut up! Shut up!"
How bout we put it to the test?
"Shut up! Show your face coward!"
The man yells in a sweaty panic
If you are right and I'm wrong then things should have changed shouldn't they?
But your still here and it's all the same
These words ringing wordlessly throughout the room
How bout we put you to the test?
"But how!?" He asked in a plea
"How can I prove to you that I am!" The man asked
Get rid of the one thing in question!
The more it sang the more voices the man heard
"Who are you others! Come out!" The man yelped
The voices continue but no longer in unison
All the voices said different things
Some that sounded faintly familiar to him
Others repeated It's words
The voices got louder and louder
He whimpered as he moved towards his desk
The cacophonous sounds grew louder
But then they ended when the trigger was pulled
It was silent in the land
Utopia was finally reached
Unfortunately the man didn't survive to see it
