The utopian rhapsody

A heart in love, my heart,

yearns to feel the gaze of your soul,

for only you have truly seen meYou have seen the change that birthed a spark within me which can ignite an era,an era of a battalion of ideas

that would be opposed by the keepers of the past,

for a revolution is always met by rejection by those who fail to see it, to see a new world,

where pain doesn't beget pain,

where love of a different kind is only treated with kindness,

where care could be offered beyond blood

and humanity be the only religion worshipped.

My spirit, in need of your faith my friend

as it is dimmed by the demons of yesteryear

where I failed and kept failing.

Carried by the ship of disgrace,

I reached the shore of mercy

but with a heavy heart full of penance.

I do not wish to sail on it again,

for I've been too sick through that journey.

I want to swim, using all of me,

all of my body against the waves of worry,

against the tides of trouble.

Diving into the depths of endeavours

I wish to rise to the sky above,

the sky that was always hidden by the clouds of doubts,

only then can I reach the shore of contentment.

My soul, the bearer of pain,

longs solace o lover, in your promised haven,

for you can heal my wounds

because my love I am wounded.

I am wounded by their demeaning words, the intentional ignorance,

their scathing eyes that see my vessel, my attire

but not my heart, nor my soul.

They took and took and I gave

because giving, my duty I made.

Alas when an angel put the blindfold away it was hurtful

and the angel too was not one

but now I could see the true companions

and now I could see their care.

A restless mind, my mind,

trapped in the fortress of angst,

hopes to be saved by your hope o close one,

for I need to see that your belief still breathes the air of a dream,

a dream that you dreamt a long time ago in your younger years,

a dream of bringing a change by voicing your thoughts

because my dear what else is the purpose of thoughts

if they aren’t let free,

for they can make all the difference which would do wonders for the world.

So why keep them hidden, shut far away, on the isle of privileged ignorance

when there’s a child being bullied for being different,

a lady not feeling safe in her own house,

your neighbour being outcasted, quite literally

all of them calling for support, your support,

because you disagree, you disapprove.

This oblivious body,

thrown too many times at their rash existence

still hoping to be given the attention it deserves.

This body is drenched by dereliction,

tired of being abandoned on the path,

the path of injecting liberalism into their obstinate blood

the blood that discriminates, the blood that hates,

for was it too much to ask

to let their walls of wanting a war down,

a war that was waged on thousands of innocents because they doubted a few to be terror bringers,

a war that destroyed and destroys peace,

as Benjamin Franklin once said,

that it is better a hundred guilty persons should escape than one innocent should suffer.

(Title image taken by The New Yorker via the internet)