Our Fight Against Tyranny

Our Fight Against Tyranny
© Surazeus
2017 03 21

When the true Tree of the Knowledge of Good
and Evil sprouts from the mush of my brain,
who will replace my heart with clock of wood
so my eyes are stained blue by winter rain
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I leap through woods when the clown with one eye
chases me with an axe and howls my name
because I cannot fly into the sky,
but defeat the tyrant to gain world fame
in our noble fight against tyranny.

Why am I me, conscious of my own soul,
and no other person who ever lived
in all the teeming history of the world,
the only soul that God never deceived
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I duck and dodge the swinging of the stick
when gang of thieves attacks me on the road,
then slip away with eye-deceiving trick
to hide in the pond like the dreamless toad
in our noble fight against tyranny.

How fast is our planet spinning through space,
spiraling around the sun in vast void,
lost forever in this meaningless race
against death when I become an android
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I stand before the cheering crowd at dawn
and twang soul-enchanting string of guitar
of Phoebus who appears on the spotted fawn
then takes me to Heaven past the last star
in our noble fight against tyranny.

Though I was born from the heart of the queen
chanting hymns on the One Eye Pyramid,
who springs to life from our immortal gene
to weave our universe on flashing grid
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I sing hymn of Apollo in grand hall
but stare surprised to see that every face
is no one, but bright mirrors on the wall
invented by my secret memory trace
in our noble fight against tyranny.

Where can I run through labyrinth of doors
to free from chains our Queen of Liberty
when the Angel of Death on misty moors
asks me to help her solve this mystery
in our noble fight against tyranny?

She grips my hand and requests that I join
her holistic detective agency
to discover secret of the Owl Coin,
and who now rules the global regency
in our noble fight against tyranny.

What is the meaning of this hungry life
when we must fight against the angst of death
and hide to avoid political strife
by floating under trees with a deep breath
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I grasp the stick and stone in both my hands
and design good reason to hunt and plant,
then build stone towers in a thousand lands
till I can meditate in Hell and chant
in our noble fight against tyranny.

How do the people across the land feel
now that they realize the clown in a suit
conned them with the trick of a phony deal,
laughing as he hauls in their pilfered loot
in our noble fight against tyranny?

I tend my garden on the river shore,
humming hymns to Venus in glowing sun,
and wait for explosion of the world war
that will be chronicled by those who won
in our noble fight against tyranny.