The Parallel World
I wish I could find the parallel world;
Not just by any portal at random
But to the world of the perfect dream
Unblemished by the pride of man.
There is no need for weapons
Because no one ever goes hungry;
And there is no need for towers
Of cities with polluted industry.
Injustice is not in their dictionary,
Nor greed, envy and indifference;
People walk in villages without fear
And abide in the path of providence.
Neighbors are valued more than gold
And no one has the need for tears;
Nothing breaks, not even hearts --
It is the first and final frontier.
I wish I could find this parallel world,
Not with the need for an adversary
But the one in which no one sinned --
And I'd trade places with the perfect me!
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