Gods And Nobodies
© Surazeus
2018 09 19
As I look back on history of mankind
recorded in the stories of our cultures,
I wonder why some normal human beings
are worshipped as gods, admired as kings,
or venerated as great national heroes
for their contributions to human progress,
while other people are hated as devils,
and most people are completely forgotten.
I see behind stories of gods and heroes
aggressive force of social domination
when two people who lead opposing groups
clash in brutal war to control the story
so winners elevate their man as god
who lead them with vision to victory,
while leader of losers is vilified
as the evil tyrant greedy for power.
Yet I often think about the nobodies
who follow their leader with loyal trust,
help them conquer the evil enemy
and elevate their great leader to godhood,
the countless nameless people who work hard
to build the power structure of their new nation,
and fulfill duties through daily routines
to maintain their food-production machine.
Do leaders concentrate in single person
the hungers and obsessions of their tribe,
so through stereotype of their character
they symbolize strange spirit of their nation,
and thus they become God to aggregate
social energies of peculiar time
when they visualize how to evade death
through actions that cause effects of new life?
The gods and nobodies of history
are all organic creatures formed from atoms
who play intense wars of kill or be killed
in social games for who has right to eat
and who copulates to produce new children,
then build huge empire on small villages
where wise leaders crown themselves God on Earth
to play grandiose rituals of national pride.
Yet in time process of our spinning world
all those gods and nobodies fall in death,
dissolving to dust that blows in the wind,
and new generation, their bodies made,
invent new political games of power
to earn social credit for right to live,
by presenting national heroes as gods
who exemplify behavior they value.
Now those gods and nobodies are word ghosts
who haunt our memories in legends and myths,
floating over us like divine glow cloud
that overshadows our passion to live
according to our most secret desires,
so we must dispel the hovering cherub
to free our souls from their sterile oppression
and live through influence of ancient love.
As I look forth at history of mankind
I see gods and nobodies rise again
from each generation who plays the game
of social domination till they die
for though we spiral out from the White Whole,
transforming to creatures with dreaming minds,
we all dissolve back into Sea of Souls
who sing creation of the universe.
© Surazeus
2018 09 19
As I look back on history of mankind
recorded in the stories of our cultures,
I wonder why some normal human beings
are worshipped as gods, admired as kings,
or venerated as great national heroes
for their contributions to human progress,
while other people are hated as devils,
and most people are completely forgotten.
I see behind stories of gods and heroes
aggressive force of social domination
when two people who lead opposing groups
clash in brutal war to control the story
so winners elevate their man as god
who lead them with vision to victory,
while leader of losers is vilified
as the evil tyrant greedy for power.
Yet I often think about the nobodies
who follow their leader with loyal trust,
help them conquer the evil enemy
and elevate their great leader to godhood,
the countless nameless people who work hard
to build the power structure of their new nation,
and fulfill duties through daily routines
to maintain their food-production machine.
Do leaders concentrate in single person
the hungers and obsessions of their tribe,
so through stereotype of their character
they symbolize strange spirit of their nation,
and thus they become God to aggregate
social energies of peculiar time
when they visualize how to evade death
through actions that cause effects of new life?
The gods and nobodies of history
are all organic creatures formed from atoms
who play intense wars of kill or be killed
in social games for who has right to eat
and who copulates to produce new children,
then build huge empire on small villages
where wise leaders crown themselves God on Earth
to play grandiose rituals of national pride.
Yet in time process of our spinning world
all those gods and nobodies fall in death,
dissolving to dust that blows in the wind,
and new generation, their bodies made,
invent new political games of power
to earn social credit for right to live,
by presenting national heroes as gods
who exemplify behavior they value.
Now those gods and nobodies are word ghosts
who haunt our memories in legends and myths,
floating over us like divine glow cloud
that overshadows our passion to live
according to our most secret desires,
so we must dispel the hovering cherub
to free our souls from their sterile oppression
and live through influence of ancient love.
As I look forth at history of mankind
I see gods and nobodies rise again
from each generation who plays the game
of social domination till they die
for though we spiral out from the White Whole,
transforming to creatures with dreaming minds,
we all dissolve back into Sea of Souls
who sing creation of the universe.
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