Waste Land Of Our Hopes

Waste Land Of Our Hopes
© Surazeus
2017 05 30

When planes fly screaming from the golden sky
and drop bombs that blast our safe home to dust
where can we run to hide from wrath of God,
wandering lost in the waste land of our hopes?

We pick through the rubble of blasted homes
to save our family photographs and books,
then walk the road under indifferent sun,
wandering lost in the waste land of our hopes.

At the edge of the world where dark waves roar
we climb in boats and sail across the sea
and follow our Moses to liberty,
wandering lost in the waste land of our hopes.

We land on shores of Greece and Italy
where they give us food and shelter from storm,
and Liberty holds high the flame of truth,
guiding us from the waste land of our hopes.

We are all the children of Abraham
who gather close in the temple of fire
to praise the vision of First Mother Star
who leads us from the waste land of our hopes.

We work in wet fields to tend wheat and cows
and feel rays of sunlight gleam in our eyes
so we sing praise to Mother Liberty
who guards us safe in waste land of our hopes.