Words Of Encouragement
© Surazeus
2018 08 30
The world around us is a teeming mess,
so we will float over churning abyss
of raucous arguments in social conflict
like the calm tortoise floats on ocean waves.
The enlightened tribal leader of men,
crowned by the high priest to play god on Earth
as the king who plays both general and judge,
was replaced by the tyrant in the suit.
The president presides over the senate
to set rules for the private companies
while the god-father presides over gangs
to steal from legitimate businesses.
Common people who labor in factories,
making things to earn a wage and pay taxes,
while other people steal from working men,
cheating them of cash through gambling and tricks.
When the god-father becomes president,
by declaring he will stop working aliens
from invading the land that we invaded,
our great empire will collapse from blind pride.
When the man on the white horse leaps the wall,
and gallops shouting in the crowded hall,
the jester who was crowded as the world king
will stand in ruins of the church and sing.
Grifters who seek to get rich off the poor
join large companies with official jobs
to profit from the labor of plain men
who sit in their yards and watch children play.
People in churches gaze up at the sky
and pray to God in Heaven for salvation,
but no Craftsman dwells on the turning shells
where flashing stars control our destiny.
When you are lost in the labyrinth of lies
pick up your phone and call Indifferent Boy,
then he will come to your home and explain
we are but atoms swirling in the void.
You may sense consciousness up in the sky,
some benevolent deity who loves you,
but nobody is up there looking down,
for you project yourself at the universe.
We elevated our wise tribal kings,
who ruled small nations with enlightened laws,
into supernatural gods in the sky,
for they always answered our humble prayers.
The person we elect as president
rules our global empire as God on Earth
so we choose another every four years
in our controlled revolution of change.
Placing his hand on our hunched-over shoulder,
Indifferent Boy assures us all is fine
because we create meaning for our life
through how we treat people with selfless love.
Drinking up the coffee we offered him,
Indifferent Boy leaves without saying good bye,
so we sit and stare at the empty sky,
hoping Jesus will return again soon.
The faceless old woman who is not there
bakes apple pie to warm our lonely heart,
and we sit together in evening dusk,
listening to birds chirp in the apple trees.
© Surazeus
2018 08 30
The world around us is a teeming mess,
so we will float over churning abyss
of raucous arguments in social conflict
like the calm tortoise floats on ocean waves.
The enlightened tribal leader of men,
crowned by the high priest to play god on Earth
as the king who plays both general and judge,
was replaced by the tyrant in the suit.
The president presides over the senate
to set rules for the private companies
while the god-father presides over gangs
to steal from legitimate businesses.
Common people who labor in factories,
making things to earn a wage and pay taxes,
while other people steal from working men,
cheating them of cash through gambling and tricks.
When the god-father becomes president,
by declaring he will stop working aliens
from invading the land that we invaded,
our great empire will collapse from blind pride.
When the man on the white horse leaps the wall,
and gallops shouting in the crowded hall,
the jester who was crowded as the world king
will stand in ruins of the church and sing.
Grifters who seek to get rich off the poor
join large companies with official jobs
to profit from the labor of plain men
who sit in their yards and watch children play.
People in churches gaze up at the sky
and pray to God in Heaven for salvation,
but no Craftsman dwells on the turning shells
where flashing stars control our destiny.
When you are lost in the labyrinth of lies
pick up your phone and call Indifferent Boy,
then he will come to your home and explain
we are but atoms swirling in the void.
You may sense consciousness up in the sky,
some benevolent deity who loves you,
but nobody is up there looking down,
for you project yourself at the universe.
We elevated our wise tribal kings,
who ruled small nations with enlightened laws,
into supernatural gods in the sky,
for they always answered our humble prayers.
The person we elect as president
rules our global empire as God on Earth
so we choose another every four years
in our controlled revolution of change.
Placing his hand on our hunched-over shoulder,
Indifferent Boy assures us all is fine
because we create meaning for our life
through how we treat people with selfless love.
Drinking up the coffee we offered him,
Indifferent Boy leaves without saying good bye,
so we sit and stare at the empty sky,
hoping Jesus will return again soon.
The faceless old woman who is not there
bakes apple pie to warm our lonely heart,
and we sit together in evening dusk,
listening to birds chirp in the apple trees.
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