Utopia Militant by Christopher Villiers

The promised utopia is within sight,
Just one more massacre should set things right,
We’ll redeem human nature at gun-point.

Why must the people have minds of their own?
With endless efforts their sins I atone,
Adam’s curse with bullets I seek to disjoint.

There has been a price to pay I know,
To the firing squad some problems must go,
But history shall deem the solution sure.

Softness strokes error, wield the scalpel hard
Build up many mountains of corpse-flesh charred,
The screams of the dying shall sing earth pure.

© Christopher Villiers