DECONSTRUCTING GREENTOPIA

Greentopia’s paths twist like whispered lies, A maze of promises unkept, Where corridors narrow and light fades thin, Each corner meant to dazzle but falls to rust. Its beauty is brittle, painted, brief, A kingdom built on words alone— An echo of life, an illusion of green.

Greentopia flaunts a borrowed face, Cultures plucked and patched askew, Its walls adorned in gaudy hues, A mockery draped in foreign grace. An “exotic” splendor, bold and brash, Layered with symbols stolen, misaligned, Trying to blend the world within— But the seams split under scrutiny’s gaze.

Greentopia speaks in gilded tones, With promises that soar like verdant oaths: “A paradise of lush retreat,” they say, “An Eden kissed by nature’s breath.” But the words drift hollow on the wind, Lies woven into tangled vines, Where glamour fades, and truth decays.

Its textures sing of glossed-over charm, Where polished leaves hide wilted truths, And roots bear the scars of neglect. What once seemed vibrant in the frame Becomes brittle under touch— The soil dry, the air thick, A place kept alive by stories, not care.