Imagine That

If I had the cure to eradicate all cancers, to soothe free radical cells of the soul    
Unto the beholder give back lost years, the uncertainties, the remissions, dreams and beautiful hopes
Alopecia, chemo, radiation therapy will not exist, an organic mind, holistic living from head to toe the Creator will bestow  
The patent I would hold dear to my heart, the formulary, earth will come to know  
  
Give me the craftsmanship to teleport to another lifetime  
Gas chambers, concentration camps will never been fed to carnage minds from a dictator’s tyrannical designs  
The Star of David, Jews would not have to wear it around  
Kristallnacht silenced of its deafening sounds  
  
Upon shores where the mighty beast once roared  
Within my power to stop the fleet of ships in their captive midst  
An inequitable pilgrimage that carried live cargo of such darkish beautiful gifts  
Rage the sea for the outcries, whereas, the remnants of freedom will not be the identity of me as being the golden rule, do unto other as you will have done unto you  
Equality of hues to be given the life, liberty and benefit from the happiness pursuit  
  
The doomsday bombs blindly dropping from castle of the skies    
Lives, lands, taken in the blink of an eye    
Hiroshima and Nagasaki obliterated in a mushroom cloud without humanity’s care  
The stench of death, tainted soil, wondering souls, and radiations hybrid rebirths from polluted air  
The rights to stop the spread of hate, bigotry, racial disparity  
Blindfold mentalities will be my greatest mission to conceive, universal love to appease  
  
For one single moment in time, peace pipe smoked with the forefathers of the Native man    
Smallpox would not have lessened the heritage, you will still proudly stand  
Reservations to practice the tribunal laws would be welcomed upon any given land  
Thanksgiving will be in homage to eat, feast, not the hidden meaning of maize, plant corn from embracing hands to assist  
Squanto disappearing from humanity by muskets, land soaked in blood, defenses in the stranglehold to run as bodies drift  
  
If I landed in the Garden of Eden  
The snake that slithers and I choke it will skin tones to this day be judged as even  
Cain and Abel not have given birth by their loins to two great nations  
Angels knowing their place in Heaven, not befalling to the softness of earthly temptation  
  
Closing my eyes to the painful truth that what lies ahead in the realm of time  
Technology typing or hearts, minds, yet never touching the emotions by hand only with the almighty seeing eye  
Divinity of hands to maneuver scientist craft to innovate  
Pandemic you exist no more to divide countries, the have and have nots will never be society’s deterred fate  
  
Then I awakened