Empire Rises To Rule
© Surazeus
2017 12 27
When from the graves of injustice they rise,
the boys and the girls shot dead by police,
what visions of their phantoms burn our eyes
that seek the angst of forgiving release?
They crowd around us with eyes full of flame
and cry out for real justice to be done,
but all we can do is recite lost name
of each hopeful soul blasted by the gun.
We scribble our outrage on cardboard signs
and march together down the midnight streets,
but police arrest us and we pay fines
that fund huge mansions for corporate elites.
I dream of his face when he raised his hands
but still the policeman fired in his heart,
and now his blood stains all innocent lands
so we watch sports while our world falls apart.
Through spin of revolution we destroy
old institutions of powerful men,
then rebuild process of democracy,
not with the gun but with the honest pen.
The republic we loved crumbles to ruin
after eighty years of prosperous peace,
but empire rises to rule global union
we manage in spite of human caprice.
Shall we dance together in winter rain,
the ghosts of people shot dead by police,
and sing till we triumph over our pain
and fight world war to earn new vital peace?
They follow me when I climb marble stairs
to stand before statue of god in court,
seeking justice for American heirs
who share the wealth of our national fort.
The warriors who fought in every lost war
howl laughing in the hurricanes of time
till Mother of Liberty at the door
administers justice for each foul crime.
When we hold hands from sea to shining sea,
all races and creeds united in faith
in principles of truth and liberty,
we sing new hymns at descent of the wraith.
We sit by the lake and search for the Force
that flows through everything in streams of light,
then journey together on the weird course
which leads to paradise without a fight.
Once the united world is ruled by the fool
and we feast with joy in new halls of power
accept that the empire rises to rule
with the Empress of Truth locked in the tower.
© Surazeus
2017 12 27
When from the graves of injustice they rise,
the boys and the girls shot dead by police,
what visions of their phantoms burn our eyes
that seek the angst of forgiving release?
They crowd around us with eyes full of flame
and cry out for real justice to be done,
but all we can do is recite lost name
of each hopeful soul blasted by the gun.
We scribble our outrage on cardboard signs
and march together down the midnight streets,
but police arrest us and we pay fines
that fund huge mansions for corporate elites.
I dream of his face when he raised his hands
but still the policeman fired in his heart,
and now his blood stains all innocent lands
so we watch sports while our world falls apart.
Through spin of revolution we destroy
old institutions of powerful men,
then rebuild process of democracy,
not with the gun but with the honest pen.
The republic we loved crumbles to ruin
after eighty years of prosperous peace,
but empire rises to rule global union
we manage in spite of human caprice.
Shall we dance together in winter rain,
the ghosts of people shot dead by police,
and sing till we triumph over our pain
and fight world war to earn new vital peace?
They follow me when I climb marble stairs
to stand before statue of god in court,
seeking justice for American heirs
who share the wealth of our national fort.
The warriors who fought in every lost war
howl laughing in the hurricanes of time
till Mother of Liberty at the door
administers justice for each foul crime.
When we hold hands from sea to shining sea,
all races and creeds united in faith
in principles of truth and liberty,
we sing new hymns at descent of the wraith.
We sit by the lake and search for the Force
that flows through everything in streams of light,
then journey together on the weird course
which leads to paradise without a fight.
Once the united world is ruled by the fool
and we feast with joy in new halls of power
accept that the empire rises to rule
with the Empress of Truth locked in the tower.
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