Utopian Meditators [Poem]

All you utopian meditators
wondering and praying for artificial peace
need to come down to the streets of this world
and live in a shelter with drug addicted violent people for a week.

we would never meet my raped sister
we would never meet my drug addicted sister
we would never meet my thief and my prostitute
my lier, cheater and my beaten up women

bruised and uneducated and poor
living on streets to find a better way
looking at the utopian world of meditators
who selfishly and cunningly with points do not turn their faces to you.

Segregated and separated from society
cut up in our politics and religion
utopian meditators of this world
are trying to navigate the boat of suffering

we would never meet fast rats on the streets
we would never meet starved and dirty people and deluded people
centipedes and Muslim women
who’s husbands eat rat shit with their children

We would never meet my sister,
only by accident

All you utopian meditators
wondering and praying for artificial peace
need to come down to the streets of this world
and live in a shelter with drug addicted violent people for a week.

Dr. Dahortsang