PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I

Welcome, children of all ages!

Welcome

to Cire Luey's Utopia Factory!

I am excited

so electric --

I have invited you,

yes, specifically YOU

to tour my grand factory!

Come, come now

don't be shy!

This building was made for you

as an experiment of what we

humans can do!

So without further ado,

come in, come in!

Our first stop on the tour

is the Homo Village.

Hey, don't snicker!

That's not what this is!

We all come from the genus "Homo",

it's Latin for "Human".

Now, this Homo Village has citizens

of various ethnicities,

melanin shades, and identities!

All are neighbors and brothers...

with each other.

We've hit a snag, I must confess --

please, PLEASE

don't touch her headdress;

don't mock his routine;

watch your microagressions.

I won't be held liable for any violence. You see

these Homos, though like you

don't like you.

They've agreed to give as good as they get --

provide them respect, and you'll be welcomed;

poke and tease them, well, at your own risk.

You are outsiders

and though I vouch for you,

I will not protect you... we will lose

some of you.

So grab your belongings

and your severed pieces

while we head deeper into the factory.

 

II

This room is the Government Room:

the elders of the Homos congregate here

and determine policy.

Between you and me,

there's a bit of disruption among the ranks.

Certain tribes in the village

feel disenfranchised

and there's a well-known rumor

of corruption and lobbying.

As Deus Ex Ambassador,

I have offered my observations

of political refreshment or dissolution,

but I have been respectfully assured

the model is perfect --

it's the Homos that are flawed.

The elders blame the tribes,

the tribes blames the elders,

along with intragroup conflicts.

Please, don't sneer or roll your eyes --

whom are you to judge?

Have you seen your lives with

fresh, visiting eyes?

Now come along,

there is more to see.

 

III

Here is the Education Room,

where little Homos learn

reading, writing, arithmetic,

everything they need to participate meaningfully

in tribal society.

They also learn science,

history, politics, and basics of economy.

These... aren't as important, I think.

The little Homos show little interest

in subjects like these.

A small minority are completely enamored

and pursue secondary education,

acquiring specific tribal recognition.

But even these gifted little Homos

develop specific interests

and display understandable indifference

toward 'useless' subjects.

As ambassador

I have played voice for the offspring

expressing the facts as I objectively see them.

The parents look to the elders,

whom created education policy

and the elders disagree, respectively.

"These are well-rounded curricula,

to ensure our young grow mentally strong!

They need these skills to participate meaningfully!"

When asked if they, themselves,

remembered any elementary science

there was an uncomfortable silence.

Finally, one elder spoke up:

"Why is science important to government?"

The irony was lost in the roaring agreement,

and demonization of educators

for failing students...

 

IV

Speaking of Homo economics

we're entering the Economy Room!

Here, the masters of major Homo markets

conduct business, away from the Homo villagers.

In this room, cost of goods are discussed,

currency changes hands,

markets rise and fall.

The Homo economy is modeled after

laissez faire capitalism...

in theory.

In practice, however...

certain major markets

that employ many Homos

received public funds

to cover some bad 'investments'.

The elders agreed the decision was sound

to save a market and many jobs.

When asked how this decision settles with laissez faire,

respect was dropped

and I was told to 'mind my own business'.

Again, I was discouraged away

from critiquing the system --

it was the Homos' fault; SOME Homo's fault.

 

V

The last room,

I openly admit, I am ashamed.

It was never my design

to include a prison.

The elders broke me down --

they persistently claimed

the criminals needed isolation.

I argued criminals only exist

in the presence of a state;

by this point,

the Homos no longer hid

their distaste of my observations.

"Without a state, chaos reigns.

Shall we revert to brutish

neanderthalensis?"

No Homo would accept

that neanderthalensis

was most likely intelligent...

Reluctantly,

I built this room to harbor

the worst of the worst.

"Not those whom are found worse than you, nor

those whose very existence may be worse for you,

or your interests."

But my warnings and objections went

unheeded.

This room is full BEYOND capacity.

Judges are found accepting kickbacks

for passing harsher sentences

on disenfranchised Homos.

Yet, despite this corruption

the Homo justice system is under no

investigation, with no impending reform.

This room... has no purpose

other than profit, and enslavement.

It seems you are the last ticket holder;

maybe you could fix this mess.

Your eyes lack confidence

but your heart beats

strong.

I have faith in your purity --

it reminds me of my own.

Join me in my elevator

as I show you to your throne.

 

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