A world, a world that has no problems,

No more fighting, no more wars...peace at last,

They finally found the cure to the chaos,

The nations no longer argue or dispute,

A unified world now simply called Utopia,

But at what cost?

The cost was high, high enough that people revolted,

The Unified Nations made The Spray and it was over,

Only a few heard from underground sources, fewer still escaped,

The cost was the loss of all emotions, both the good and the bad,

It’s been two years now, the air is safe but we are still cautious,

We, “the defective” they call us, remain mostly in the woods and the mountains,

After two years in the caves and shelters, now we slowly shift back,

The slightest mistake results in our termination, a single tear or reddened face,

They aren’t human, they’re animals to us, they can not feel,

Quietly we live till one day the Great War will be staged,

Till then, my child, cherish your emotions, both the joy and the tears,

But learn to hide them around “the perfect” to prolong your precious years.