But We Will Unite © Surazeus 2025 02 21 Kicking his television to the floor, David runs outside in the windy night and screams with frustration at the blank moon that mirrors rage he feels at how things are, then opens arms and asks Wolf God for boon to pull sword of despair out of his heart. Sitting lotus on wet grass of his heart, and glaring with frustration into gloom, David grumbles, then breathes to clear his mind free from visions of the apocalypse where everything collapses into chaos, and all the progress we have made is lost. People are still going about their lives, driving on roads to get to school or work, performing routine duties of their jobs, dealing with issues to make things go well, paying their bills, screaming into the void, and hoping our country will be all right. Lying on his back in exhausted despair, David shouts up at cold indifferent stars, then laughs at absurdity of it all, wishing he could dissolve into the Earth and become the tree that stands firm in wind while singing about the beauty of rain. Greedy thieves have seized control of our state, pilfering our treasury for their own gain, and wrecking havoc on our institutions, long established by legal precedent to serve the needs of the people with care, because they want to reduce us to slaves. I keep hoping someone with enough power of legal state authority, bestowed by constitutional concept of right, will apply checks mandated by the law to arrest coup against our government and balance power among honest men. When one man arrogates unto himself complete authority to decree laws he executes to maintain his weak power, he grasps at straws beyond his legal reach, absconding powers to establish laws that only senators have the right to use. My heart is grieving for our noble nation held hostage now by greedy oligarchs who are bent on trashing good institutions to oppress with rapacious tyranny people of this land they want to enslave, but we will unite and resist their hate.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Friday, February 21, 2025
But We Will Unite
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Orpheus joins David on his lawn and hands him a warm cup of ginger tea to ease the frustration of his heart.
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