An Answer to the Question of Utopia

A few good men strode out of the shattered Tienanmen Square:

a scene rife with strife, sadness, and despair.

Those same figures, as I recall, were definitely there

flipping the switch, holding the wire, for the first electric chair.

These nameless, faceless figures

these agents of fates beyond our control,

appear and reappear-

like a never-ending rabbit trick-

throughout human history.

Today they walk in silently, slowly sneaking,

creeping towards gluttonous men

grasping their chests,

as arteries choke,

as their blood slows.

That same blood you-

I must confess, they are you and I on our own paths, but to be fair

we've forgotten, for revolution is far too much for any one man to bear.