[ WP ] Write a dystopia that turns into a utopia .

A land of damp and dark disease; 
 A home of curs and petty thieves, 
 A place where death was but a fact 
 Where grimy streets bore grubby rats. 
 
 No hospital could give the care 
 To counteract the filthy air, 
 And as the thousands dying lay 
 Their fetid homes required to stay; 
 
 Persuaded not by words of law 
 But barricades upon the door, 
 Supine in black and dripping rooms, 
 Enfeebled by their seeping wounds: 
 
 With strength enough to blink the eyes, 
 But lacking what it took to die 
 Before to many more it spread 
 With half the population dead. 
 
 And coloured by a sore you knew 
 You'd give it to your children too, 
 Whose eyes did mirror deathly fear 
 And hues of dark dystopia. 
 
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 A century or two went by 
 And London did remultiply, 
 For sanitation, as they found, 
 Would send the death rate ever down. 
 
 So prosper did the city more, 
 And spread itself to foreign shores, 
 To share enlightenment abroad 
 By means of word or means of sword. 
 
 And as the lands expanded out 
 There could n't follow any doubt, 
 That London such a holy town, 
 Entitled by its Monarch's crown 
 
 Should share by noble clarion 
 It's tasks humanitarian, 
 To wealthy lands declaring them, 
 And words to wares comparing them. 
 
 So gentlemen did sail away, 
 A pious debt prepared to pay 
 With debts of other kinds beside, 
 From chartered ships on chartered tides. 
 
 And long they would return again, 
 But always with the will to send, 
 Another ship with more to share 
 Unless the money was n't there... 
 
 Oh what a land of purity! 
 A home of bright divinity! 
 Where ravaged lands could London hear, 
 In awe of it's utopia. 
 
 

