Advance Of Cultural Storm
© Surazeus
2018 11 25
Were I to strum on this Aeolian lute
sweet music from lost moon-bright waterfall
long overspread with phantom light of hope
could I foretell advance of cultural storm
that threatens to shatter our old world view
from swelling gusts of angry words expressed?
Drenched in slant night-shower of shocking events,
when tyrants rewrite political rules
to favor their power over docile minds
of obedient men who worship strong rulers,
I rise from pang of drear grief in dark void
to stand with bold defiance against oppression.
Fountains of passion gush from my harsh heart
to fuel genial spirits before they fail
when I act on vain endeavor of justice
to battle against cruel arrogant man
who enforces laws to control our minds
and twist our actions to his benefit.
When no luminous cloud of potent choice
issues from my aching soul to defy
injustice of selfish men who steal facts
to present their lies as faith we accept
I must assert my beauty-making power
with luminous voice of transcendent truth.
We join together voices of our hopes
to influence strong music of pure hearts
showering faces of helpless souls with trust
charmed by melodies of echoing suffusion
so we remember joy of justice built
on noble principles of honest love.
When faced with obstruction of hostile fear
we wake from bottomless hearts of despair
our shaping spirit of imagination
to build through abstruse research patient power
asserting basic principles we value
that every person deserves equal justice.
What light of truth can we find in our hearts
to light dark dream of harsh reality
so we can cultivate courage to fight
injustice of tyrants who commit crimes
that benefit their wealth while they accuse
innocent people of crimes they commit?
Trampled by rushing crowds of mindless fools
who accept lies of tyrants as gospel truth,
we support each other in groaning cold
to sing hymns that celebrate inner strength
blossoming timorous buds in tragic winter
so we survive brutal attack of hate.
Still fragile child wandering lonesome wild hills,
far from comfortable home of mute obedience,
I become mountain-born storm leap of faith
to fight against soul-crushing labor rules
on healing wings of social revolution
asserting rights of every individual.
Every year some tyrant tries to control
how we perceive strict chaos of this world
and bend our beliefs to increase his wealth
but we design our own more true world view
to act on our will based on measured facts
so we create not destroy as we live.
© Surazeus
2018 11 25
Were I to strum on this Aeolian lute
sweet music from lost moon-bright waterfall
long overspread with phantom light of hope
could I foretell advance of cultural storm
that threatens to shatter our old world view
from swelling gusts of angry words expressed?
Drenched in slant night-shower of shocking events,
when tyrants rewrite political rules
to favor their power over docile minds
of obedient men who worship strong rulers,
I rise from pang of drear grief in dark void
to stand with bold defiance against oppression.
Fountains of passion gush from my harsh heart
to fuel genial spirits before they fail
when I act on vain endeavor of justice
to battle against cruel arrogant man
who enforces laws to control our minds
and twist our actions to his benefit.
When no luminous cloud of potent choice
issues from my aching soul to defy
injustice of selfish men who steal facts
to present their lies as faith we accept
I must assert my beauty-making power
with luminous voice of transcendent truth.
We join together voices of our hopes
to influence strong music of pure hearts
showering faces of helpless souls with trust
charmed by melodies of echoing suffusion
so we remember joy of justice built
on noble principles of honest love.
When faced with obstruction of hostile fear
we wake from bottomless hearts of despair
our shaping spirit of imagination
to build through abstruse research patient power
asserting basic principles we value
that every person deserves equal justice.
What light of truth can we find in our hearts
to light dark dream of harsh reality
so we can cultivate courage to fight
injustice of tyrants who commit crimes
that benefit their wealth while they accuse
innocent people of crimes they commit?
Trampled by rushing crowds of mindless fools
who accept lies of tyrants as gospel truth,
we support each other in groaning cold
to sing hymns that celebrate inner strength
blossoming timorous buds in tragic winter
so we survive brutal attack of hate.
Still fragile child wandering lonesome wild hills,
far from comfortable home of mute obedience,
I become mountain-born storm leap of faith
to fight against soul-crushing labor rules
on healing wings of social revolution
asserting rights of every individual.
Every year some tyrant tries to control
how we perceive strict chaos of this world
and bend our beliefs to increase his wealth
but we design our own more true world view
to act on our will based on measured facts
so we create not destroy as we live.
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