In A Perfect World

In A Perfect World prose poem

Uploaded by curtisjohnsonsr

There once was a perfect world. The future will yield yet another world of perfection. We shall not presently bother with the former perfect world,
Nor even shall we engage ourselves with a future one.

Moreover, in a perfect world, war industries have ceased; farming machinery now blossoms. I see no wars but peace abounding; I see only love and no hate,food and provisions for all; clean air, clear water; no poverty.

No earthquakes, firestorms, and no tragedies.
Everyone of earth’s 6 billion plus sleeps in peace and eats contentedly.
I see rain in due season; and no destructive ocean storms for any reason.
There is no United Nation, nuclear proliferation, or Mutually Assured Destruction; no bombs, guns, and tanks.
I see no fighting over ranks, but giving of thanks

Jails and prisons are obsolete, and there’s no criminal to seek.
The evil hearts and the proud heads have disappeared; and the world has opened its arms for the pure and meek.

Travel and touring are vastly popular, and planes never crash.
There’s no CIA or covert operations anywhere; no terrorism blasts.
There’s no more pain; no sicknesses or outbreaks killing masses.

It’s a world of beasts and birds; one of insects and fish.
They roam the air, the sea, the vast jungles and wilderness.
None are wild nor eat each other, but feast the land’s bounty.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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