Process Of Liberty

Process Of Liberty
© Surazeus
2018 09 22

This hour of light in all eternity
I contemplate process of liberty
where men assert their will to dominate
waste land with paradise of walls and gate
to organize wild plants in neat trimmed rows
and gather every evening by the lake
where phasing moon among changeless stars glows
while we feast on good food our mothers make.

That way of life we lived ten thousand years
vanished so long ago with bitter tears
we wander without hope in strange new lands
to build vast cities with strong blistered hands,
for nothing will suppress our eagerness
to manage grand food-production machine
that cultivates wheat in harsh wilderness
than hunger that leaves our best heroes lean.

How long will humans thrive on planet Earth,
extracting minerals to transform their worth
from nuggets to machines that ease our toil,
energized by atoms through spinning coil
of ancient spirit that remembers how
we clash stones to spark fire of vision quest
while ancient mother, under apple bough,
chants hymns of heroes at the sacred fest.

I do what I will if I harm no one
for atoms of structures beam from the sun
to spiral flashing bright in carbon rings
which transform into angels without wings
so when we gather on lush river shore
as mother sun sets glowing through tall trees
we design labyrinth with the secret door
that might be opened with ten thousand keys.