Wars Of Every Age
© Surazeus
2018 03 24
The slender trunk of the brown tree curves high
to brush ink of thoughtless words on the sky
that knows all the secrets of our short lives
having seen how the meanest one survives
endless wars over who controls the land
while the artist creates things with their hand.
Each cloud that stares at me from the blue sky
cares nothing whether I feel low or high
but somehow I am the one who survives
to write the stories about anguished lives
with broken angel feather in my hand
that details whose blood soaks the dreaming land.
I chronicle the wars of every age
how tragic kings still strut upon the stage.
© Surazeus
2018 03 24
The slender trunk of the brown tree curves high
to brush ink of thoughtless words on the sky
that knows all the secrets of our short lives
having seen how the meanest one survives
endless wars over who controls the land
while the artist creates things with their hand.
Each cloud that stares at me from the blue sky
cares nothing whether I feel low or high
but somehow I am the one who survives
to write the stories about anguished lives
with broken angel feather in my hand
that details whose blood soaks the dreaming land.
I chronicle the wars of every age
how tragic kings still strut upon the stage.
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