Brutal Wars Of Genocide

Brutal Wars Of Genocide
© Surazeus
2024 02 12

Each rain drop that flows down the window pane 
reflects timeless light rays from the first star 
that gleamed after first flash of the big bang, 
so I feel with each deep pulse of my heart 
relentless waves of psychic energy 
that ripple across the whole universe. 

Since I was born near sixty years ago 
millions of people all around the world 
have died in brutal wars of genocide 
while I hitchhiked across this strange new land 
and played songs about journey of the soul 
to build safe haven in chaotic Hell. 

My ancestors sailed across the wild sea, 
seeking Heaven four hundred years ago, 
to escape genocide of holy wars 
when kings in castles, claiming divine right 
bestowed by God, slaughtered innocent people 
who refused to bow before jeweled crowns. 

Still men who claim they are the Hand of God, 
commissioned to erect their nation-state 
on bones of people who oppose their power, 
attack their brothers to destroy their souls 
as they eradicate them from the Earth 
so children of their clan have room to play. 

Each apple blooming from the Tree of Life 
that sprouts from Garden of Eden with hope 
converts vast desert waste lands of despair 
into lush paradise where people dwell 
in peaceful harmony of honest faith, 
though only in vision I would make real. 

Millions of people in jungles and deserts, 
displaced by roving gangs of greedy men, 
crowd at barbed-wire fence of bitter despair 
in Jahannam, and by the River Styx, 
for they are pawns stuck on chess board of power, 
sacrificed by men in mansions of gold. 

No guardian angels in silver air planes 
descend from clouds of Heaven, sent by God, 
to rescue people trapped in maze of Hell, 
and fly them safely to the Promised Land 
where they could build new homes from secret dreams 
to raise their children killed by bombs of hate. 

Each body buried in indifferent Earth 
contains unique genetic signature 
that never again will grow as conscious life, 
so all their memories of beauty and love 
vanish in light rays from the eyeless star 
that watches us live and die without care.