This Utopia

Centuries of an ancient future.
The old being made a newness.
Lives intertwined with falsehood.
Creating a corrupted Utopia.
Souls being captured through each war.
Mindless bodies await their time.
Evilness has made its way here.
All roads now lead to this new world.
Destroying hope of its people.
There rises a voice among its people.
Weaving through the people like a soft wind.
Their doubts of any salvation diminished.
Dust kicks up on each road.
Corrupted bodies infused with captives.
Find their way to each town.
Demands are placed on this people.
Giving in to this mindless system.
Freedom is now long forgotten.
Shivering and moans heard from this people.
Children’s cries are no longer heard.
This is our Utopia.
Roads filled with passing machines.
Being brought back to the old way.
A past intertwined with the future.
Everything seemingly out of place.
A voice rises yet again among its people.
Anger flickers through them all.
Quickly snuffed out by rising fear.
Rumors of wars reach their ears.
Children no longer a children.
Taken too young from homes.
They are beaten, starved, strained by demands.
They are but this Utopias harvest.
Mindless bodies ready to take hold.
Overrun and lost sight of life.
This corrupted future showing nothing but fear and horror.
What has become of hope?
--hope of a coming savior?
The voice has lost its softness.
Fear has lost its edge.
To fix a broken future now bleak.
Standing up for innocent lives.
Shouting and righteous anger flares.
A scene arises, not to be forgot.
Till there is but silence.
The voice so easily diminished.
One would think all would be lost.
The words are soon remembered.
This voice will not have died in vain.
This people will fight against evil.
With strength now renewed.
Hope being given by one.
Life was given to all.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©