The Two Valleys
The Two Valleys
Two valleys separated by a mountain range
only a tortuous track joined the two
One valley was verdant with many springs
the other quite arid with sparse vegetation
The valley of aridity was a maze of industry
factories abounded, people wore military attire
Soldiers goose stepped to military bands
as leaders took the salute and waved gleefully
Weapons of all manner could be seen
missiles, tanks, fighters and howitzers
The people were ideologically taught right from wrong
lessons of obedience and the conduct of war
Flags, banners and walls daubed with slogans
festooned the highways demanding patriotism
Subversives were imprisoned or disappeared
writers, journalists and free thinkers silenced
Power, glory and might pervaded the atmosphere
as the people avidly listened to military broadcasts
War with ultimate victory the highest ideal
Beyond the mountainous region, miles away
lay the other valley of meadows and streams
Birds flew in celestial formation to and fro
cattle grazed, children sang with smiling faces
Magnificent architecture housed galleries
museums, concert halls and theatres
A multiracial population enjoyed diversity
sang different songs and played games together
Music was part of the diet and creativity was encouraged
Sculptors, artists, musicians and poets harmonised
Handicrafts eradicated the need for factories
Sport was non competitive, only for enjoyment
Health and happines and freedom to wear anything
Parks, excursions, street art and dance
promoted joy, the sense of being fully alive
Leaders were at the behest of the people
Freedom a prized commodity of immense value
Health and Education were freely accessible
The pursuit of happines the greatest ideal
The mountain range provided a natural barrier
the path between the valleys, the only route
to connect the two. It was seldom crossed
Douglas MacGowan
Mon 15th Jan 2018 00:24
Good poem about, to my mind, a lost utopia that we try to re-find but that never really existed.