Harvest Moon

Hyperactive dead soul's hegemony sent their heavenly body aliens
to the earth for a research of current crisis.
At first hand they have been to the henpecked politicians
who play hide-and-seek and found their hideouts.
When they saw the agents they were helter-skelter with their henchmen.
The visitors met warmongers and weapon manufacturers
and they were boasted their sudden progress.
Then the homeless people gathered and grumbled with their problems.
Harsh underworld and their leaders gave them a grand party
and they bribed to each diplomat a handsome gift.
The report says; 'All were happy here and it's very hard to find a beggar.
Full of intellectuals and no unemployment at all.
We have been to a harvest festival and they treated us well.
This is the Utopia indeed.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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