I have a dream. And in this dream, I live in the perfect world. My Utopia...
In my utopia the world would be full of peace. There would be no pain. There would be no death. People's dreams would come true. There would be no starvation, global warming, war, abortions, the economy would be strong. No one would be poor or homeless. Women and or men would never have to raise their children alone, unless they wanted to. There would be no crime or diseases. No one would be discriminated and everyone would be accepted. No one would ever have the chance to feel depressed, so therefore no one would committ suicide. In my perfect world, people every where would be happy and free.
Because in my perfect world, in my utopia......there would be no me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem