Paradise
I dream of a city.
A city that is a perfect place.
People helping others instead of giving pity.
People everywhere! All happy filled with grace.
A place where cops would not abuse their power.
They would give people a hand,
While getting paid by the hour.
If only this could be planned.
A world that has ended world hunger.
People would be given homes,
Without anyone looking to plunder.
Saving the planet before we live under a dome.
People believing in any religion without getting killed.
No more terrorist groups, only allies.
Hopefully this could be fulfilled.
If fulfilled together we all rise.
A world that you're not discriminated by race,
Not being judged wrongly by the color of your skin.
Forgetting about the horrible past without a trace.
To make this dream become real where would we begin?
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