Transform The New World Order
© Surazeus
2018 10 10
When dark torrents of rain are falling thick
and the tall trees are swaying in wild wind
we feel harsh fury of the hurricane
blasting against frail monuments of man.
When we can hear the howling of the storm
dismantle our assumptions of the norm
we trust destruction will but clear the way
for construction of new rules to hold sway.
We gather in strong shelter on vast plain
to sing while Nature blasts us with fierce rain
and tell new tales in courageous defiance
of her illusion-shattering indifference.
We humans face disaster every year,
and though we cower in mind-numbing fear,
that some angry god attacks us with hate,
we rise reborn and redesign our fate.
Replacing wood cabins with halls of stone,
we feast while the storm rages to atone
for what deeds priests think we might have done wrong,
and cheer each other with sweet wine and song.
The world view we cherished these eighty years
crumbles into ruin of bitter tears
from people in power who controlled the tale
but now lament how their principles fail.
Greedy people still clinging to false power,
who refuse to yield to growth of the flower,
causes catastrophic changes to occur
which will always transform the New World Order.
With Icarus we soar on wings we made
to weather the storm of their blind crusade,
but we will rebuild paradise of justice
after we program our new moral compass.
© Surazeus
2018 10 10
When dark torrents of rain are falling thick
and the tall trees are swaying in wild wind
we feel harsh fury of the hurricane
blasting against frail monuments of man.
When we can hear the howling of the storm
dismantle our assumptions of the norm
we trust destruction will but clear the way
for construction of new rules to hold sway.
We gather in strong shelter on vast plain
to sing while Nature blasts us with fierce rain
and tell new tales in courageous defiance
of her illusion-shattering indifference.
We humans face disaster every year,
and though we cower in mind-numbing fear,
that some angry god attacks us with hate,
we rise reborn and redesign our fate.
Replacing wood cabins with halls of stone,
we feast while the storm rages to atone
for what deeds priests think we might have done wrong,
and cheer each other with sweet wine and song.
The world view we cherished these eighty years
crumbles into ruin of bitter tears
from people in power who controlled the tale
but now lament how their principles fail.
Greedy people still clinging to false power,
who refuse to yield to growth of the flower,
causes catastrophic changes to occur
which will always transform the New World Order.
With Icarus we soar on wings we made
to weather the storm of their blind crusade,
but we will rebuild paradise of justice
after we program our new moral compass.
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