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.