Merry Song Of Joy © Surazeus 2022 12 25 If I could sing new merry song of joy to cheer up all the sad souls in the world I would design lush garden for the scene where each young mother gives birth to her child safe inside ancient walls of honest faith who might embody spirit of the wraith. Then I would play sweet melody of hope with slender flute I carve from demon bone to lead lost refugees from bitter war on signless road to garden of the skull so they can feast on fruit by glowing hearth and sing again about true peace on Earth. But men with weapons of oppressive hate will always find the helpless and the weak and force them to obey their laws of greed by working every day till their hands bleed, so I play eerie tune of psychic spells that hypnotize their minds with Christmas bells. Men blind with greed for power to control the workers who extract wealth from the ground build institutions based on noble genes to run global food-production machine that feeds the wealthy with blood of the poor based on false narrative of divine lore. The hidden dragon is the new-born child who one day will rise high from poverty to organize bold army of the poor and overthrow the tyrant in the castle through revolution of justice for truth at cyclic coming of our messiah sleuth. So every year on this cold silent night we celebrate birth of the chosen one destined to follow purpose of their heart by speaking with the voice the people feel, then lead them in fight for the noble cause that supports equal rights with honest laws. With turning of time every eighty years the social system that sustains our lives collapses in factions of civil war till spirit of the nation sparks one soul to project vision of justice for all in programs that inspire men to live well. When vibrant energy of social hope oscillates between political poles well balanced process of government roles provides fair system for all to succeed who choose to help construct our global state through laws that let each soul define their fate.
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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