River Of Dead Gods

River Of Dead Gods
© Surazeus
2017 10 27

Many of my ancestors ten thousand years
lived along the Euphrates River shore,
feasting on the sunlight in hot wheat bread.
Come and dream by the river of dead gods.

In fifty years those fertile crescent cities,
now shattered ruins of religious faith,
will gleam with the business of craft and love.
Come and play by the river of dead gods.

The prophet wandering in waste land of fear
will return with tales of heroic deeds
his grandchildren will watch on movie screens.
Come and sing by the river of dead gods.

Where Ishtar, first mother of humankind,
first sang about the secret of rebirth,
only dust blows on empty ziggurats.
Come and feast by the river of dead gods.

From Achilles to Caesar to Ragnar
human society remains the same,
god-kings leading warriors to conquer truth.
Come and dance by the river of dead gods.

The ancient spirit of Liberty burns
with flames of war in nation of my heart,
urging us to forge global state of peace.
Come and laugh by the river of dead gods.