Friday, January 26, 2024

Sirens Of Our Promised Land

Sirens Of Our Promised Land
© Surazeus
2024 01 26

If the sea sometimes seems gentle and mild, 
rejoicing in the fearful hearts of people 
who flee aggressive wildness of world war 
from the bomb-blasted mosque or shattered steeple, 
we lonely wanderers on signless roads 
might better be fooled by religious lies. 

Because the sweet sounds of Earth and air melt 
in one low voice of thunder in the sky, 
we translate indifferent rumble of nature 
to commands of some God beyond the clouds 
who beams blind faith from ever-distant stars 
to move our hearts with new hope for the future. 

Along the gray old Ocean of our world 
we search for paradise in the waste land 
as promised to us in old book of tales 
which the blind seer reads to us every night, 
her wrinkled face lit by glow of sad flames, 
then sleep on promise of the cosmic herald. 

No more lonely than the dreary gray sea 
is this routine of daily life we lead, 
digging wealth of desire from the moist soil 
with hands that claim ownership of its space 
based on how many lives we spend to claw 
passion of wisdom from heart of the Earth. 

So many people from king-controlled lands 
brave ship-battering storms of the wild sea 
to sail across abyss of hungry hope 
so they can live free in this wilderness 
where free gods roam in rainbow mountain woods, 
though many are swallowed by mocking waves. 

Beautiful Sirens of sweet Liberty 
who lounge on rugged American shores 
still call across the wild gray sea of fear 
for oppressed refugees who flee cruel tyrants 
to brave soul-twisting horrors of its rage 
in vain quest to live in Land of the Free. 

The murmuring gush of clear mountain streams 
that nurture cities of lost refugees 
lures us through calming hum of honey bees 
to leave crowded nations controlled by tyrants 
and kneel on shifting sands of unknown fate 
before enchanting eyes of faceless Sirens. 

We flee to wild sweet Land of Liberty 
to share resources through democracy, 
but greedy tyrants from old fatherlands 
now strive to crown themselves with ring of power, 
but Sirens of our promised land inspire 
our hearts to fight for freedom once again. 


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