Land Of Lost Souls
© Surazeus
2018 11 08
Half in dream I hear her call my fake name
so I walk somewhere on path of light clouds
along enclosing walls of paradise
to watch the king who wears mask of cracked glass
lock the golden gates against caravan
of people searching for the Promised Land
who follow blind prophet through the Waste Land
till I welcome them to Land of Lost Souls.
Around one hundred forty years ago
my ancestors traveled in caravans
of covered wagons pulled by plodding horses
eastward from New England to Idaho
on quest to find the sacred Holy Grail
and build new garden in the wilderness
where they raised apples by the flowing streams
till they were welcomed to Land of Lost Souls.
When Rapunzel, locked in high prison tower,
throws me key she stole, I unlock the door,
then we run away together through woods
of mind-numbing fear to the ocean shore
where we sail strong boat across the wild sea
and wander in the wilderness of hope
to live by the dark Massachusetts lake
where we are welcomed to Land of Lost Souls.
Though I worked hard to assist castle king
administrate the people of his rule
producing wheat for everyone to eat,
he crowns his son heir to sit on the throne,
though the boy is lazy, greedy, and cruel,
so I leave his kingdom to fall in ruin
and sail to Boston where I manage crops
as I am welcomed to the Land of Lost Souls.
When we are driven from the land we love
by gangs of criminals who take control
and oppress the people through tyranny
we travel far across the land and sea
to live in land of opportunity
and build new lives with our creative hands,
contributing to our communal wealth
since we are welcome to the Land of Lost Souls.
No matter who you are or where you lived,
if you love freedom for humanity
and seek new opportunity to live
free from oppression of the royal gangs
who enslave people for their private gain,
sail to America, land of the free,
and join in our diverse community
for we welcome you to Land of Lost Souls.
© Surazeus
2018 11 08
Half in dream I hear her call my fake name
so I walk somewhere on path of light clouds
along enclosing walls of paradise
to watch the king who wears mask of cracked glass
lock the golden gates against caravan
of people searching for the Promised Land
who follow blind prophet through the Waste Land
till I welcome them to Land of Lost Souls.
Around one hundred forty years ago
my ancestors traveled in caravans
of covered wagons pulled by plodding horses
eastward from New England to Idaho
on quest to find the sacred Holy Grail
and build new garden in the wilderness
where they raised apples by the flowing streams
till they were welcomed to Land of Lost Souls.
When Rapunzel, locked in high prison tower,
throws me key she stole, I unlock the door,
then we run away together through woods
of mind-numbing fear to the ocean shore
where we sail strong boat across the wild sea
and wander in the wilderness of hope
to live by the dark Massachusetts lake
where we are welcomed to Land of Lost Souls.
Though I worked hard to assist castle king
administrate the people of his rule
producing wheat for everyone to eat,
he crowns his son heir to sit on the throne,
though the boy is lazy, greedy, and cruel,
so I leave his kingdom to fall in ruin
and sail to Boston where I manage crops
as I am welcomed to the Land of Lost Souls.
When we are driven from the land we love
by gangs of criminals who take control
and oppress the people through tyranny
we travel far across the land and sea
to live in land of opportunity
and build new lives with our creative hands,
contributing to our communal wealth
since we are welcome to the Land of Lost Souls.
No matter who you are or where you lived,
if you love freedom for humanity
and seek new opportunity to live
free from oppression of the royal gangs
who enslave people for their private gain,
sail to America, land of the free,
and join in our diverse community
for we welcome you to Land of Lost Souls.
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