Numberless Days Of Lost Hopes
© Surazeus
2018 10 16
For who can capture that elusive vibe
of transcendental joy through fragile words
that we arrange to puzzle our perceptions
from swirling chaos of conceptual hope.
For who is more psychotic than the king
who thinks his words can control everything
because people often obey commands
from fear he will kill them if they refuse.
We must invent our way through maze of lies
designed to trap us in these roles for life
that someone else assigned us to perform
unless we smash system of thought control.
Since time is interaction of bright atoms
which cling together through electron links
our brains perceive the flashing of their changes
in restless dream of hope to change the world.
Each chess piece I move on the board of hope
rebels against perceived authority
to play their own roles in drama of power
so I sit alone in lush paradise.
When he was king and issued bold commands
my father was obeyed without reluctance
because he would kill them if they refused
but I like people, so they think me soft.
I want us all to succeed as one tribe,
the strong family united in our purpose
to extend our power to control all land
so we all live under one set of rules.
For who can see into the hearts of people
when their faces mask their secret desires
which operate their intentions to ascend
hierarchy of power under the sky god.
These are the numberless days of lost hopes
when all the rituals of social performance
are evaded by rebels against fear
who march holding signs to the hall of power.
Greedy criminals who own companies
exploit the common people for their gain
while honest citizens sit home alone
to contemplate the mystery of the coin.
The alligator and the prancing horse
ally to battle on the field of play
to fight for the hearts and minds of the people
the laughing lion and the crippled eagle.
For who can out-jester the king of fools,
hoping to stop him when he changes the rules
that will favor the people of his tribe
while Earth continues spinning through the void.
© Surazeus
2018 10 16
For who can capture that elusive vibe
of transcendental joy through fragile words
that we arrange to puzzle our perceptions
from swirling chaos of conceptual hope.
For who is more psychotic than the king
who thinks his words can control everything
because people often obey commands
from fear he will kill them if they refuse.
We must invent our way through maze of lies
designed to trap us in these roles for life
that someone else assigned us to perform
unless we smash system of thought control.
Since time is interaction of bright atoms
which cling together through electron links
our brains perceive the flashing of their changes
in restless dream of hope to change the world.
Each chess piece I move on the board of hope
rebels against perceived authority
to play their own roles in drama of power
so I sit alone in lush paradise.
When he was king and issued bold commands
my father was obeyed without reluctance
because he would kill them if they refused
but I like people, so they think me soft.
I want us all to succeed as one tribe,
the strong family united in our purpose
to extend our power to control all land
so we all live under one set of rules.
For who can see into the hearts of people
when their faces mask their secret desires
which operate their intentions to ascend
hierarchy of power under the sky god.
These are the numberless days of lost hopes
when all the rituals of social performance
are evaded by rebels against fear
who march holding signs to the hall of power.
Greedy criminals who own companies
exploit the common people for their gain
while honest citizens sit home alone
to contemplate the mystery of the coin.
The alligator and the prancing horse
ally to battle on the field of play
to fight for the hearts and minds of the people
the laughing lion and the crippled eagle.
For who can out-jester the king of fools,
hoping to stop him when he changes the rules
that will favor the people of his tribe
while Earth continues spinning through the void.
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