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Utopia


I'll not play Tug O'war,
I'd rather play Hug O'war;
I desire a world where everyone hugs
Instead of pulls and tugs.

Where everyone smiles and giggles
Rolling on the rug like kids.
Where blacks, coloured and whites kisses.
Where mutual respect bubbles.

Where everyone grins from cheek to cheek
And cuddles.
Where I loose, you win
And together share our joys and troubles.

Where you and I
Savour the heat of the passion,
When we roughen the sheets,
Proving love ain't shit.
making love betwixt nations.

Where fights are pillow fights;
None hurt, all are cheerleaders.
Where racism is a word for car race
Where wars and war of words
are but open mic face-offs

My fair utopia
Where fame floats fairly on the floor 
for the influential and poor - 
alike

A world with less stress and tears.
Where tolerance is the air we breathe
Where opposites meet and have no beef
Where North the South embrace.

My fair utopia
not a bleached black of masked malice
not a cloaked cloud of stormy showers
but rainbow lines 

of genuine smiles

#Pengician
#SSA

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