To eternal Utopia I go, Sailing upon the King's dreams, I'd be his subject, bowing and saying yes sir. For the King knows best, This ever so wise one, He's achieved Aristotle's highest. How dare I think he has not, This noble one whose ministers doggedly follow, When erudite I am not. Haven't you heard of Utopia, This island of perfect serenity, I tell you its like no other. The grass is evergreen, merging with the sea, Where he says no sharks abide nor their cronies, And the clear rivers flow over fertile earth down to the white sandy beach. In this eden the ether is blue, Without vehemence or vexation, Neither Times nor Tribune. And if my king should be harsh in words occasionally, Why should I not accept with complete veneration, Without him where would we be, but in the throes of diseconomy. My king and his honorable ministers, In a cenacle they dine, And with much laughter and chatter, They gather the remains of the day, For they deserve to be happy. It's for our good they were blessed with this spirit of carpe diem.
Reason for writing:
Its mainly a poem satirising governments, especially small island governments in the Caribbean, and their prime ministers for trying very hard to control peoples every domain and for always bringing politics into everything. These governments, whatever party it is, seem to be based on cronyism and manipulating public information.
Please feel free to interpret it in any way you like.
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