Silver Cage Of Despair
© Surazeus
2018 06 19
Falling into hollow ache of my heart,
I twist around to fly like Lucifer
with mangled wings onto the bleak waste land
where I wander toward walls of paradise.
We travel thirty days in rattling truck
from Nicaragua north to Mexico
to escape the gangsters who killed my father
because he refused to sell their cocaine.
Running through the desert of blind Coyote,
we race toward the gates of lush paradise,
dreaming of the apple tree by the river
where we will sing in silver drops of rain.
The men with sunglasses and baseball caps
point assault rifles at our distraught faces,
then pull me out of the arms of my mother
who cries as she reaches to grasp my hand.
They lock me in the cage with nameless children
who cry for their mothers that disappeared,
then we all transform into butterflies
to escape the silver cage of despair.
I speak words but they are mute gusts of wind
that scatter my thoughts in leaves of dead trees
so I hide my soul behind the blank mask
carved from the bones of the crucified god.
We dance in the maze of the prison camp,
painting riddles with our blood on locked doors
that reveal the fate of all tyrannies
buried with skulls of the innocent children.
Alone in room of my suburban home,
I play video games on large television,
fighting zombies of the apocalypse
with laser guns that blast their rotting brains.
I cannot hear their cries screeching the wind,
children torn from the arms of weeping mothers,
but weird horror swells from my empty heart,
so I go outside and stare at the sky.
Sitting with my mother at kitchen table,
I watch terrible news on television,
and write Keep Families Together on posters
to free them from silver cage of despair.
© Surazeus
2018 06 19
Falling into hollow ache of my heart,
I twist around to fly like Lucifer
with mangled wings onto the bleak waste land
where I wander toward walls of paradise.
We travel thirty days in rattling truck
from Nicaragua north to Mexico
to escape the gangsters who killed my father
because he refused to sell their cocaine.
Running through the desert of blind Coyote,
we race toward the gates of lush paradise,
dreaming of the apple tree by the river
where we will sing in silver drops of rain.
The men with sunglasses and baseball caps
point assault rifles at our distraught faces,
then pull me out of the arms of my mother
who cries as she reaches to grasp my hand.
They lock me in the cage with nameless children
who cry for their mothers that disappeared,
then we all transform into butterflies
to escape the silver cage of despair.
I speak words but they are mute gusts of wind
that scatter my thoughts in leaves of dead trees
so I hide my soul behind the blank mask
carved from the bones of the crucified god.
We dance in the maze of the prison camp,
painting riddles with our blood on locked doors
that reveal the fate of all tyrannies
buried with skulls of the innocent children.
Alone in room of my suburban home,
I play video games on large television,
fighting zombies of the apocalypse
with laser guns that blast their rotting brains.
I cannot hear their cries screeching the wind,
children torn from the arms of weeping mothers,
but weird horror swells from my empty heart,
so I go outside and stare at the sky.
Sitting with my mother at kitchen table,
I watch terrible news on television,
and write Keep Families Together on posters
to free them from silver cage of despair.
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