A diamond city squats in the clouds
Free from hunger’s ceaseless howls,
The streets are gold, and all the crowds
Are free from sickness, pains or scowls.
The people smile from every house,
Which rise like castles from the gilded ground.
No deaths take place, to crush a louse
Will be greeted by a horde of frowns.
No animals can be seen or heard,
Not barking dogs or singings birds.
The people smile and thrive off pills
Sent down by those upon the hills
Of emerald green, the loving kings
With eyes that see all hearts and minds,
And tongues that filter all bad things
From all the dreams of humankind.
No one feels a lonely pang,
Or grieves for an unrequited love.
A foreign force is envy’s fang
All joy is gifted from above.
Wired are they to relish bliss
To spurn all thoughts that feel amiss.
Not one soul is denied good looks,
And nobody has ever read a book.
This perfect city sits in the sky,
A nation floating above a lie.
For far below the sapphire waves,
Are scattered all the children’s graves.