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Imagination (poem)
You feel alone but you don’t think that there are other people who don’t have anything and anyone. You have money, food, home, family, gob and all these things which more times are useless. There are homeless people, people who haven’t food and water, children without family. In many countries there is war. In Africa there is the Aids. In Australia there is money. In Asia there is difference between men and women. In America there are fat children. In Europe there are rich people. People go, people come but where they are? Children are kidnapped, parents hit them or they make sex with their own children. They make them porn stars! But in my imagination comes a Utopia. I want to imagine more a perfect world where all people will be happy. There all people will sing, there isn’t racism. In my imagination I want to scream, to cry, to imagine like John Lennon. In my imagination I am alone because no one wants to come. Sometimes my imagination wants to fly and show people how much wrong they are. In my imagination there is a Utopia but what is there in your imagination? Think. What?
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