Parade Of Fame

Parade Of Fame
© Surazeus
2017 12 31

Each new generation competes for glory,
fighting over who will wear crown of godhood
by composing songs and stories that shine
bright as the morning sun to light our way
through brutal conflict of war for control,
then they all fall dead in parade of fame.

Each person writes their own new role to play
in the psychic drama for national power
and steps up on the stage of divine voice
to speak the vision that beams from their mind,
explaining their world view for good and bad,
then they all fall dead in parade of fame.

When politicians, preachers, singers, poets,
and prophets who cry in the wilderness,
clamor in the loud cacophonous choir,
like Moses leading lost souls through the waste land,
their visions swirl together in one spell,
then they all fall dead in parade of fame.

Ten thousand people on the pyramid
of our nation, from sea to shining sea,
clamor for attention and dollar bills,
but I sit alone in my small-town home
and sing with the ravens in ancient trees,
then they all fall dead in parade of fame.