Prophet Of Our Civil Rights
© Surazeus
2019 01 21
Why do radicals with eloquent voice,
who rise from teeming mob of working souls
to channel their aggressive hope for wealth
in revolution against faceless men,
who occupy institutions of power,
change nothing more than who executes laws?
Individuals of flesh and blood replace
other individuals in special roles
to maintain operations of production
which commission institutions to function
in perpetual motion of endless change
beyond lives and deaths of people they serve.
The vast institutions of government
are creatures acting beyond human lives
with lumbering hunger to perpetuate
obsession with performing programmed roles
to maintain production and distribution
of food that sustains lives of human souls.
We individual fools who strive for power
are fragile puppets bound by obligations
to play our small roles in immortal empire
that nourishes environment for our labor
to activate flow of products and goods
so we generate children for the state.
The pageantry of church and theater
glorify the deeds of the social hero
who first established working operation
that fuels endless life of the institution
which traps countless souls in dutiful roles
who feed off the machine that feeds off them.
America was here long before we
came from our mothers to tend her lush farms,
and America will remain here long
after we are devoured by fertile soil,
so who plays role of the presiding king
decides who eats and generates more children.
People who extract food and minerals
from soil of the Earth are conservative
while people who process in factories
packages and machines for sale in stores
they buy and sell in cities are progressive
and thus compete for pulsing flow of wealth.
The mechanics of the money machine
adjust prices and taxes to regulate
constant flow of the goods and services
that fuel churning gears of the food machine
which turn the vast wheel of fortune and fame
where everyone is ground to death at last.
We want to work and be treated like men,
exclaims the prophet of our civil rights,
for every person born from womb of mother
should play their role in the money machine,
to live and die on the wheel of desire
as America feeds on blood of love.
We are all pawns of the money machine,
slaves to vast state institutions of power
that sustain our lives on gears of production
as herds of men follow rituals of faith
to make things and buy things and consume things,
round and round in the maelstrom of desire.
Leaving the herd of the money machine,
I step forward to edge of the abyss
and gaze so long into hunger of hope
that I become the monster I debate,
so when I walk bridge of humanity
I evolve from ape to the Overman.
Returning from the waste land of desire,
chanting spells that conjure visions of love,
I rejoin the game of our nation-state
to play my role in theater of power
where I generate children of my heart
and teach them to savor life till we die.
© Surazeus
2019 01 21
Why do radicals with eloquent voice,
who rise from teeming mob of working souls
to channel their aggressive hope for wealth
in revolution against faceless men,
who occupy institutions of power,
change nothing more than who executes laws?
Individuals of flesh and blood replace
other individuals in special roles
to maintain operations of production
which commission institutions to function
in perpetual motion of endless change
beyond lives and deaths of people they serve.
The vast institutions of government
are creatures acting beyond human lives
with lumbering hunger to perpetuate
obsession with performing programmed roles
to maintain production and distribution
of food that sustains lives of human souls.
We individual fools who strive for power
are fragile puppets bound by obligations
to play our small roles in immortal empire
that nourishes environment for our labor
to activate flow of products and goods
so we generate children for the state.
The pageantry of church and theater
glorify the deeds of the social hero
who first established working operation
that fuels endless life of the institution
which traps countless souls in dutiful roles
who feed off the machine that feeds off them.
America was here long before we
came from our mothers to tend her lush farms,
and America will remain here long
after we are devoured by fertile soil,
so who plays role of the presiding king
decides who eats and generates more children.
People who extract food and minerals
from soil of the Earth are conservative
while people who process in factories
packages and machines for sale in stores
they buy and sell in cities are progressive
and thus compete for pulsing flow of wealth.
The mechanics of the money machine
adjust prices and taxes to regulate
constant flow of the goods and services
that fuel churning gears of the food machine
which turn the vast wheel of fortune and fame
where everyone is ground to death at last.
We want to work and be treated like men,
exclaims the prophet of our civil rights,
for every person born from womb of mother
should play their role in the money machine,
to live and die on the wheel of desire
as America feeds on blood of love.
We are all pawns of the money machine,
slaves to vast state institutions of power
that sustain our lives on gears of production
as herds of men follow rituals of faith
to make things and buy things and consume things,
round and round in the maelstrom of desire.
Leaving the herd of the money machine,
I step forward to edge of the abyss
and gaze so long into hunger of hope
that I become the monster I debate,
so when I walk bridge of humanity
I evolve from ape to the Overman.
Returning from the waste land of desire,
chanting spells that conjure visions of love,
I rejoin the game of our nation-state
to play my role in theater of power
where I generate children of my heart
and teach them to savor life till we die.
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