*rough draft* Shrinklit of "The Giver" by Lois Lowry

Fri, 01/30/2015 - 12:13 -- peoples

Utopia, a state in which everything is perfect 

By a visionary leader who must be worshiped

He takes their memory, now they’re mentally destructive 

You’d think they’re robots, because they’re always productive 

 

 

At a certain age, they’re given a marque 

Only one is chosen for the special part 

That one is Jonas, who chooses to depart 

Of the state at which has no heart 

   Of feelings isn’t right

The forbid of love to make life

Or at least twice 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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