Shadowed Wing Of Truth © Surazeus 2022 12 26 With every shadowed wing of truth I feign at wretched flash of lightning on the sea my heart contrives to break free from desire so I transcend this mortal coil through hope to stand on stage of prophecy and sing terrible visions that life may soon end. When Triton lurches from the seething sea to blow loud horn of warning from the storm that blows across our global city maze, I wake from slumber safe in cyberspace to see fearful men form gangs from despair that threaten our peaceful democracy. Unresting tumult of continual change inspires whole nations of eager young souls to rise against imperial hierarchies and form world alliance for liberty with justice-loving tribes in every land regardless of their religion or race. Asserting universal slate of rights for every person to live as they will with equal opportunity to thrive, we resist tyrants who clutch at state power by opposing their vested privilege they claim based on their fake nobility. When empires build their process of success around personality of one man to foster religious cult in his name, enforcing mindless obedience from fear, their fractured institutes fail to address problems faced by poor people in the streets. Such empires built on illusion of trust collapse into warring states that compete through bitter conflict for the fertile lands where common people raise crops with their hands when the perfect god who centers their cult dies in relentless cycle of transitions. Kings and presidents ruling vast nations come and go in constant exchange of power through rebellions against authority, yet herdsmen, farmers, and craftsmen remain performing constructive acts of design to organize labor of equal workers. The men and women who work with their hands, converting rich material of the Earth to food that fuels our bodies, and machines that aid production, inherit the Earth by forming governments based on fair laws, so we live with peace in our new world order.
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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