Ode To Winds Of Change
© Surazeus
2018 04 06
O Winds of Change that blow across our land,
you, from whose unseen motives human mind
transforms each year through actions of the hand
that narrative of what is real we find
analyzed to calculate social truths,
which generates chains of morals to bind
weird spirit blowing from tongues of our mouths,
so agony of love evolves our souls,
personified by hopes of wakened youths,
fuel of change without legal controls
charging engines of growth so we can care
to exercise energy of scripted roles,
Social Spirit, who now streams everywhere,
inspire new visions in heart of the seer.
If I was the robot who could not change,
empowered to write laws by divine urge
of faith in love, exploring the whole range
of ways to ensure justice through quick surge
from fountain of my heart, by harsh sunlight
calculating effects of this fierce dirge,
I might never analyze how to right
attacks launched from blind bigotry of hate,
instead choosing to defend with strong fight
rights of weaker souls to construct what fate
they hope will achieve status of strong peer
equal under law in common estate,
so we cooperate through trust, not fear,
inspired by wise Spirit of the true seer.
Each generation, who perceives through dreams
possible paradise where all may play
creative roles of love by flowing streams,
transformed to humans from humorous clay,
to share pleasure of sweet songs in safe towers,
eager to rebel against unjust way,
must discover geometry through flowers,
and breathe Winds of Change to inspire strong hope
they can progress against conserving powers
to rewrite social scripts of national show,
and challenge stereotypes with eager dare
to change accepted doctrines we should know,
washed clean by faith of her transforming tear
when we comprehend vision of the seer.
Make me your lyre, whose strings of justice ring
expressing new-born voice of noble tone
that every soul in our land can well sing
their experience of redemption, alone
yet together united, on long road
to transform waste land to liberty zone,
how through our actions we can share the load
of our struggle to achieve soul rebirth,
discussing how to write new moral code
by which we live together at the hearth
of one nation, so one truth will appear
to prove equal rights for all who share Earth,
then sing, O Winds of Change, so all may hear
trumpet of prophecy that hails our seer.
© Surazeus
2018 04 06
O Winds of Change that blow across our land,
you, from whose unseen motives human mind
transforms each year through actions of the hand
that narrative of what is real we find
analyzed to calculate social truths,
which generates chains of morals to bind
weird spirit blowing from tongues of our mouths,
so agony of love evolves our souls,
personified by hopes of wakened youths,
fuel of change without legal controls
charging engines of growth so we can care
to exercise energy of scripted roles,
Social Spirit, who now streams everywhere,
inspire new visions in heart of the seer.
If I was the robot who could not change,
empowered to write laws by divine urge
of faith in love, exploring the whole range
of ways to ensure justice through quick surge
from fountain of my heart, by harsh sunlight
calculating effects of this fierce dirge,
I might never analyze how to right
attacks launched from blind bigotry of hate,
instead choosing to defend with strong fight
rights of weaker souls to construct what fate
they hope will achieve status of strong peer
equal under law in common estate,
so we cooperate through trust, not fear,
inspired by wise Spirit of the true seer.
Each generation, who perceives through dreams
possible paradise where all may play
creative roles of love by flowing streams,
transformed to humans from humorous clay,
to share pleasure of sweet songs in safe towers,
eager to rebel against unjust way,
must discover geometry through flowers,
and breathe Winds of Change to inspire strong hope
they can progress against conserving powers
to rewrite social scripts of national show,
and challenge stereotypes with eager dare
to change accepted doctrines we should know,
washed clean by faith of her transforming tear
when we comprehend vision of the seer.
Make me your lyre, whose strings of justice ring
expressing new-born voice of noble tone
that every soul in our land can well sing
their experience of redemption, alone
yet together united, on long road
to transform waste land to liberty zone,
how through our actions we can share the load
of our struggle to achieve soul rebirth,
discussing how to write new moral code
by which we live together at the hearth
of one nation, so one truth will appear
to prove equal rights for all who share Earth,
then sing, O Winds of Change, so all may hear
trumpet of prophecy that hails our seer.
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