Unreal City

Unreal City
© Surazeus
2017 12 15

When all the wise angels who lost their wings
gather in the streets and hold up blank signs
to protest the king in a gray business suit
who wants to charge us for breathing fresh air
we enter the maze of the Unreal City
and snap photos of our faces on doors.

The old woman who dares defy the king
raises high the torn flag of Liberty
then leads the social justice warriors
marching to war against the cross crusaders
who attempt to capture the Unreal City
where the blind prophet paints our names on doors.

We thought he was Tiresias reborn
when we first heard the blind prophet declare,
no man is above the law, not even the king,
but they hung him on the telephone pole
where he watches over the Unreal City
while we try to break through numberless doors.

Who stops on the bridge and howls in the mist
the madness of fools wandering through the maze
of wealth and power where clowns in business suits
steal visions from the man without a clue
who races for wealth through the Unreal City
but leaves bloody handprints on broken doors.

We wait in vain for Britomart to come
riding tall on her white horse in the wind
to drive the mad king from the Oval Office
who shrieks in defiance from the Red House
that reigns over fools in the Unreal City
where legal thieves conspire behind locked doors.

Can all our voices composing one soul
shake the foundations under tower of gold
to topple the oppressive eye of hate
that tries to control the process of fate
since we defy tyrants in Unreal City
and hang wreaths of peace on red-painted doors.