I lived within those walls over there
The ceiling - they called it “sky”
They said, “The Maker creates order
Why would you bother asking ‘why?’”
Daily happy music resounded
From speakers placed on each street
Day in and day out - nothing new
Everything positioned so nice and neat
The houses there were all alike
So eloquently symmetrical
Clichés & memes filled the air
No space for anything dialectical
But curiosity goaded me anyhow
“What is this Being within this skin?”
“Tis’ selfish to ask,” they gnarled,
“It might lead thee to sin!”
I travelled till I could go no further
Where I saw a hidden door
I opened it and to my surprise
Was a world I’d never known before
Fruits of the trees tasted sweeter
Than those which I grew accustomed
I looked back and asked myself
“How could I ever again trust them?”
Then, I felt sad and thought with hope,
“Perhaps, I can show them what I’ve found!
If they could see the sky, hear the wind,
Feel the soles of their feet on the ground!”
Gleefully, I returned with a sample of dirt
Holding it out everywhere I turned
They recoiled in fear, not understanding
Nor appreciating all that I had learned
I heard a cry, “He has become possessed!
His disease could disrupt this place!”
Still, I looked for one to lend an ear
But, everyone I met turned their face.
The people in the streets crowded together
Unwilling to bear such a stain as I
“Get out! Get out!” They screamed!
“Go thee forth with thy ‘grander sky’”
The Leaders kept the people back
Blocking their view from what I had found
As I opened the door to leave for good
The speakers played their hushing sound.
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