New Homes In The Promised Land

New Homes In The Promised Land
© Surazeus
2019 01 24

The horse that gallops on the windy plain
is my heart beating at sight of your eyes.
Holding hands, we walk on the signless road
that defines the destiny we must choose.
Beyond the billowing trees of our fears,
office towers of brick and glass glow with hope.
Though all the people of the world are sad,
our love will guide us to the Promised Land.

I build new house for the man with moon eyes
who once ruled the land as chief on swift horse.
My grandmother lived in cottage of stone
in Scotland on misty shore of the lake.
I live with piano in the white house
in Idaho beside the sparkling river.
Though all the people of the world are sad,
I build small tree house in the Promised Land.

Kings of Europe who live in castle towers
fall from booms of cannons that smash their power.
No kings are left in palaces of stone
where dictators fly airplanes in the sky.
No angels play harps on clouds anymore
where airplanes drop bombs on Garden of Eden.
Though all the people of the world are sad,
I construct new homes in the Promised Land.

Now all the kingdoms of lost fairy lands
vanish in smoke of two brutal world wars.
My son joins the choir of four singing angels
who herald the coming of the world king.
I want to live in Heaven when I die,
bit by the spider from the Underworld.
Though all the people of the world are sad,
my bones rot buried in the Promised Land.