We’re Not Perfect

Utopiais but a dream

Withmulticolored feathers

Thatflitter as they flutter

Througha phosphorescent night.

Noqualms, no trepidation,

Onlypeaceful coexistence, 

Solovely to envision,

Sofleeting in the light.

 

Alas,we are not perfect.

Wecan never know this Shangri-La,

Thisparadise of worldly wealth

Wherepure nirvana touches all.

 

Thebest that we can hope for is

Aland of opportunity where

Eachon each might have a voice

Andall may share the waterfall

Wherenone need fear the tyrant’s rage

Andno voice need be still,

Wherekindness, hope and charity

Arewealth to compensate the bill.