Imagine; A Satire of John Lennon

I've imagined there's no heaven
I've imagined there's no hell.
I've imagined there's no possessions
It's far worse than you can tell.

I've imagined there's no countries
And all were under the brotherhood of man.
There'd be no freedom to die for
There'd be nothing but the Brotherhood's hand.

I Imagine all would be silent
And imagine his song enforced.
I Imagine all things were given
By the Brotherhood of Man's gun's force.

I have imagined the lyrics
I have thought about his song.
To me it's an anthem of despair
And it can only go so very wrong.

Men are all so differet.
Men are not all wise.
To force all men to conform
And never share their lives

It would be the most boring world
One with only peace:
For men would live in silence
And there'd be no children playing in the streets.

Sometimes what divides us
Is the very best of this world.
What men fight and die for
Is the greatest, valued pearl.

If men were wholly thoughtless
If men were wholly slaves
Then John Lennon's world
Would be there to all men save.

His world cannot contain us
For men are so very diverse...
To force all men as converts
To a world which censored verse...

It wuld be the hell I fear most
It would be a world untrue.
It would be a world of pieces
All held together by tyranny's glue.

I say it couldn't work out...
It is only a dream...
For blood would be the War Shout
With "Peace" fought for in the streets,

He was only a dreamer...
Not a wise man you see.
For I can imagine a world of peace
With religion and countries...

It would be ruled by our Father
And His glorious Son.
He would not be a Tyrant
And we'd all have our blessed freedoms.

A field to pasture;
A few friends to love.
Food in our stomachs
And men would live by good.

For verse is my most cherished right
To write and to read the words
Which men have fought and died for
And without them, it couldn't be much worse.

I believe in poetry.
I believe in good.
I believe in freedom.
And on that hill I stood.

John Lenon's world's a pipedream
One which knows not how things work.
And I know if you really imagined it
It wouldn't be as good as it once looked.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 407 - 409.