Utopia

Utopia
Morning, the night had been mysterious full of screams
where raped women hung in trees like soiled fruit
their begging for mercy had gone unheeded, angry laughter
of men crazed by drink and lust heard nothing but their
own voices egging each other on to commit heinous crimes.
Yet the morning had an aroma of newness a promise of
Utopia where humanity would live in peace with nature and
themselves and there would be harmony.

Premature fruit were lain out on the ground, so small like
children and I thought had they survived their ordeal they
would forever been outcasts by family and village, because
in the mind of the limited brained, the victims of this type
of crime, are the guilty ones. And so the sun goes on shining
on the ugly and beautiful in equal measures.