Illusion We Call United States
© Surazeus
2018 01 18
The cities of the world like mushrooms sprout
streets spiraling from huge computer brain
in tangled webs of wires from eye to eye,
connecting our lonely minds with the news
that hide what his happening in the world
so we vote for Midas as King of Earth.
The smiling zombies in red uniforms
parade to play music in falling snow
on the first day of the year when the hawk
of warning swoops down from the statue torch
to explicate how we got it all wrong
before the ship of state crashes and sinks.
The oldest woman in the world, with hair
gray as rules of morality inscribed
on grave stones, walks down Wall Street in the rain
to reprimand the Minotaur who bets
retirement funds of school teachers on game
of chess played between the Jester and Death.
Though I wandered lost in the labyrinth
of normality, when Darth Vader ruled
the empire of money, two prophets came
from Hell to show me how to prophesy,
William Blake and Robert Lowell, both clowns
who wrestled Hercules and won the war.
The epic of evolution inspires
my heart to sing of atoms that compose
these temporary bodies which sustain
sizzling sponge brain that generates our souls
to maintain hologram of virtual world
based on perceptions of the mirror self.
Utopia will forever beam our minds
as perfect society where all people
live together in harmony of justice,
ideal we hope to manifest as real,
but clumps of atoms urged by thinking brains
clash in constant war to control the world.
We mold metal into statues of people
who attain lofty positions of power
with authority to steer ship of state
and establish rules to control behavior
while countless working people die unknown
and forgotten in the dust of the Earth.
After I fell asleep reading with verve
the Odyssey in the afternoon sun,
I wrote a new epic poem about fools
who follow footsteps of Odysseus
down into the underworld of the mind
to discover the secrets of the world.
Individual people who rule their nations
come and go in the ceaseless tide of life,
messiahs and devils wrestling for power
or debating to win votes of our hearts,
but the Spirit of the Leader remains
to possess each new person we elect.
The land, and the people of flesh and blood
who dwell on the shores of its flowing rivers,
I perceive clear with affectionate eyes
if I strip away the glamorous illusion
of America, the land of the free,
and walk its roads from sea to shining sea.
Villages of hunters wandering the land
were replaced with farmers tilling the land,
in turn replaced with cities of glass
that shimmer bright with the hum of computers
which connect our minds in one supermind
with illusion we call United States.
When I hitchhiked across this ancient land
the bubble of illusion in the sky
vanished in the hot shimmer of the sun,
and from the swirling mist of naked dawn
young woman approached, bearing sheaf of corn,
and filled my heart with love for Onatah.
The king who attempts to control our minds,
so he can control actions of our hands
performing work that benefits his wealth,
must exercise great strength of legal threat
to enforce counterfeit authority,
and hides fear behind strong mask of contempt.
The king who allows our minds to explore
complex contours of our revolving world
and guides our actions with weird principles,
will exercise secure justice of truth
to encourage creative authority,
and shows love through gentle mask of respect.
© Surazeus
2018 01 18
The cities of the world like mushrooms sprout
streets spiraling from huge computer brain
in tangled webs of wires from eye to eye,
connecting our lonely minds with the news
that hide what his happening in the world
so we vote for Midas as King of Earth.
The smiling zombies in red uniforms
parade to play music in falling snow
on the first day of the year when the hawk
of warning swoops down from the statue torch
to explicate how we got it all wrong
before the ship of state crashes and sinks.
The oldest woman in the world, with hair
gray as rules of morality inscribed
on grave stones, walks down Wall Street in the rain
to reprimand the Minotaur who bets
retirement funds of school teachers on game
of chess played between the Jester and Death.
Though I wandered lost in the labyrinth
of normality, when Darth Vader ruled
the empire of money, two prophets came
from Hell to show me how to prophesy,
William Blake and Robert Lowell, both clowns
who wrestled Hercules and won the war.
The epic of evolution inspires
my heart to sing of atoms that compose
these temporary bodies which sustain
sizzling sponge brain that generates our souls
to maintain hologram of virtual world
based on perceptions of the mirror self.
Utopia will forever beam our minds
as perfect society where all people
live together in harmony of justice,
ideal we hope to manifest as real,
but clumps of atoms urged by thinking brains
clash in constant war to control the world.
We mold metal into statues of people
who attain lofty positions of power
with authority to steer ship of state
and establish rules to control behavior
while countless working people die unknown
and forgotten in the dust of the Earth.
After I fell asleep reading with verve
the Odyssey in the afternoon sun,
I wrote a new epic poem about fools
who follow footsteps of Odysseus
down into the underworld of the mind
to discover the secrets of the world.
Individual people who rule their nations
come and go in the ceaseless tide of life,
messiahs and devils wrestling for power
or debating to win votes of our hearts,
but the Spirit of the Leader remains
to possess each new person we elect.
The land, and the people of flesh and blood
who dwell on the shores of its flowing rivers,
I perceive clear with affectionate eyes
if I strip away the glamorous illusion
of America, the land of the free,
and walk its roads from sea to shining sea.
Villages of hunters wandering the land
were replaced with farmers tilling the land,
in turn replaced with cities of glass
that shimmer bright with the hum of computers
which connect our minds in one supermind
with illusion we call United States.
When I hitchhiked across this ancient land
the bubble of illusion in the sky
vanished in the hot shimmer of the sun,
and from the swirling mist of naked dawn
young woman approached, bearing sheaf of corn,
and filled my heart with love for Onatah.
The king who attempts to control our minds,
so he can control actions of our hands
performing work that benefits his wealth,
must exercise great strength of legal threat
to enforce counterfeit authority,
and hides fear behind strong mask of contempt.
The king who allows our minds to explore
complex contours of our revolving world
and guides our actions with weird principles,
will exercise secure justice of truth
to encourage creative authority,
and shows love through gentle mask of respect.
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