The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

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Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong,

though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages

and once again it’s you who can sing and live again

presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and the beauty of the stars,

staring with wispy eyes the passing of another century,

and the world did not accumulate so so much trash,plastics and poisons,like foul the air with industrial fumes to our pristine air,

all foods were plant based and sea harvested fish and shrimps,oyster, and
weeds,

and man was literate enough to understand the warning of the good informations about the climate change and harmful dystopia .

and welcome with open minds about all religions,take out the best parts and leave the teachings of Buddha
and Koran as fancy and
artifacts,

Relevant or irrelevant for interpretations,adjustable for out present purpose.

the synergy of the nature of man and beasts as good and important

good deeds, rewards,and good karma,
chakras and meditation are a peaceful resolutions to all conflicts,

the world communities would unite throw away the long mistrust and misinformations about racism ,becoming one brother and sister in the linear order of the race,

the animals and trees are co tenants in this earth and the one partner and co contributor of our welfare.

imagine then that science and scientist geneticist could know all maladies and disease in our bodies and cure them

while scientist discover the means to propel us with nuclear rockets into another world ,find us and extend our life and existence to highest standard of living and wisdom ,

we would be sure to want that utopia and shangrila instead of dreaming about it as you are cured of heart disease and progressing toward its recovery.

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