Omelas

Forget about the boy in the basement,

In a utopia, an easy task.
We have for you every fulfillment
To hide moral concerns behind a mask.
You can sit in a paper mache throne
as you review over your bank balance.
We’ll give you underlings who’ll lay down prone
In a hope that your praise will come by chance.
If you are willing to swallow your pride,
You’ll live a life executively styled.
The only rule you will need to abide

Is to ignore what happens to the child.

Every life is about compromise,
A place where we find morality dies.

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