Not Quite What I Imagined

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though. 

I did not imagine a government that was poisoned with hatred. 

I did not imagine people’s rights being taken away one by one. 

I did not imagine a dictatorship taking over the supposed “land of the free.” 

When I wished for life to be like a story, I never meant a dystopian one. 

Posted in response to the challenge Democracy & Ethics – Writing.

M. Hank

VT

14 years old

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