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Friday, February 7, 2025

Picnics In The Glade

Picnics In The Glade
© Surazeus
2025 02 07

If we could go on picnics in the glade 
by the happy river, just like we used to, 
we could assimilate glow of our hearts 
as lovers lounging in flowers of hope 
that wilts at untold tale of our lost pride, 
deserving pleasure we keep to ourselves. 

Though fungus clings to trunks of fallen trees 
along untrodden trails of mountain glades, 
we could commit our seasons of fresh youth 
to carefree wanderings far from cityscapes 
of relentless busyness to succeed, 
yet how times have changed at the fall of truth. 

Our wordless vanity of hope persists 
in fooling us that all we know as true 
might remain secure as foundation stone 
on which we built our national world view 
that every person breathing air of faith 
deserves fair chance to work with dignity. 

What strenuous agony of desire 
still urges us to fight for what is right 
straight against petulant aggressiveness 
of thieves disguised as honest patriots 
who insist fortune is for them alone, 
according to beatitudes of stones. 

All should inherit fertile land of faith 
without cumbersome shade of blinding greed, 
reflected clear in how the peacock struts, 
but many poor in spirit grasp for power 
where lone angels weep around human graves 
by selling alien merit never earned. 

Being born of Earth, we climb mountain trails 
to transcend social hierarchies of power 
in bid to reclaim opportunities 
for living safely in vast urban zones 
as ours with legal grounds of unproved birth, 
since the moon glares askance at our desires. 

At stark diminution of reserved fate, 
trapped by extent of language unexpired 
through amorous attention of police, 
we claim with bold assertion of respect 
green innocence of deeds ancient gods cause 
humans to perform with penance of rage. 

With curious indictment of bold deeds 
we decide to escape the fascist state 
imposed on institutions disempowered 
by gangs of greedy goons in business suits, 
and walk the signless wilderness of faith 
to picnic in peace in the mountain glade. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus and Ophelia leave the city to escape the immigration police, and picnic in peace in the mountain glade while helicopters hunt for them.

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