Prayer for the Oppressors

Imagine guidance forced into the veins of every tyrant; circulated in the breeze of each fan and inhaled like poisonous gas meant to exterminate, but instead would permeate the evil cells roaming the oasis of a corrupt leader’s brain. This guidance would not destroy because each of us are born with a heart… only some…. must be rearranged. Maybe it begins in the childhood upon mistaking Peter Pan for Peter Pain or forgetting the heroism of Superman while preoccupied with the loneliness of Louis Lane. Could it be that the causation for this disease is cultivated by the amount of toy soldiers given to a little boy that he commanded as if he was an ancient king of Troy? May the light touch their skin with the same joyous rays reflected with, not against, the skin cancer survivors grateful face! I envision a world where each one of us is happy to be alive and in a position to advance the human race! Life is a miracle that is not meant to be swallowed, but chewed like gum that never looses its taste. Let me lend you my eyes through these words so you can see my perspective of the hopeful position that were in… Imagine a world where our leaders aren’t great politicians; instead they are genuine men and women who think not for their party, but for humanity. Every school district is funded and the Make A Wish foundation sponsors kids in Compton because too many of them die from cancerous expectations that steal hope like a plane crash during the winter in a tundra. These leaders are if a multitude of colors, yet their pigment has no say in any decision that is made for man is meant to be blind, but the devil has stripped us of our shades. Each word that flows from their throats is absent of manipulation and overflowed with hope. Our leaders are cherished for their qualities in place of prestige. In this world sincerity is the fastest growing disease, powerful enough to overtake the human body. Its an epidemic that forces smiles onto the grumpiest faces mile after mile and is contracted through the air that we breathe maintained by the sigh of the oceans and trees. As of now, every leader is humbled on their knees praying for guidance from the One who oversees. This world exists. Can you believe?