Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Overthrow All Tyrants And Kings

Overthrow All Tyrants And Kings
© Surazeus
2019 01 16

We will overthrow all tyrants and kings
and defeat the greedy Lord of the Rings
to free the minds of people from dark fear
so we share Earth with honesty and love.

I read once that our sense of smell is first
to fail when we are just about to die
so all day long I walk around my world
and sniff the essence of things, good and bad.

Expelled from city walls of paradise
by cruel tyrant king who thinks he is god,
I wander Waste Land where no stores shine bright
on signless highway to the Promised Land.

I play guitar on desolate road of skulls
where no one hears but ghosts of memories
tragic tales of superheroes from folklore
who vanish in relentless winds of time.

No Pecos Bill, no Clark Kent Superman,
no Hercules, nor Robin Hood appear
from colored pages of fantastic tales
to help defeat the gangster in the castle.

I smell sharp acrid scent of magic power
vibrating loud on hot electric waves
when I climb the high One-Eye Pyramid
to map vast chessboard of America.

Through Eye of Amen-Ra I watch fierce war
of civil strife raging in Cyberspace
between wise witches of creative love
and blood-thirsty zombies of racist hate.

What role can some blind fool like me perform
in tragic play Fall of America
when long-time enemies of Liberty
install greedy mafia thug in our White House?

When God incarnates as tarantula
who calls me to be prophet of her truth,
I will recite weird magic formula
converting jester to messiah sleuth.

How can we contain the tyrant in jail
before he breaks game of Democracy
and declares himself President for Life
because he is the son of Jesus Christ?

When I explore the waste land of our myth
I kneel in chapel hall on ocean shore
till Lady of the Lake puts in my hands
the Holy Grail that brims with blood of Christ.

"Whom does the Grail serve?" she asks of my heart,
so I reply, "The one who wields the Grail,
as leader of the tribe, serves all Mankind,
protecting every person in their care."

The wounded Grail King, raging in his fear,
hides terrified behind the high stone wall,
because he steals from hands of working men,
so his safe haven becomes his harsh prison.

Following Adam and Even from Paradise,
the Wizard Wordsworth leads us to the lake
where Narcissus searches shadows for Echo,
till we wander in waste land of world war.

Grasping Rod of Moses, Tom Eliot
leads us singing hymns through waste land of fear
along the Oregon Trail to Idaho
till we arrive in lush Elysium.

The Holy Grail is the Womb of the Mother
who generates life from the Seed of the Father,
thus reincarnates their souls in new Child,
the Holy Trinity of Family.

The Father, the Mother, and the new-born Child,
together walk the desolate signless road
as refugees from civil war for power
across vast desert to the Promised Land.

We gather by the river in Missouri
after walking waste land of Mexico
to escape fierce drug wars in Nicaragua
while the Grail King hides in Castle of Fear.

Sweet scents of Rosemary and Lavender
suffuse the breeze on river shore at sunset
where refugees from wars in distant lands
assemble at the Round Table of Trust.

Now that we find peace in welcoming land,
we must form strong army of righteous warriors
and return to the land where we were born
to fight cruel gangsters for Democracy.

We must find courage in our lonely hearts
to work together for Democracy,
uniting all nations of Earth in one mind
to maintain honest game of Liberty.

We will overthrow all tyrants and kings
to free every land for Democracy
so everyone is equal in the law
to live free as they will if they harm none.

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