Courage Of Immigrants © Surazeus 2023 07 29 Soft voice of old sand in hot desert wind explains how far I still have to migrate to find green pastures of the Promised Land where I must pretend I am glory bound, then circle wagons on the river shore and pray to clouds that we suffer no more. Harsh gears of truck engine grind with desire when I shift passion of ambitious hope and execute delivery of fresh meat to hungry families on sun-sepia farms because through wheel of fortune I control bold apricity of this migrant life. Enduring wild indifferent storms of fate that Poseidon hurls at fragile wood ships, we sail for Land of Liberty to live free from exploitation of tyrants and kings who conspire against us in castle towers, till our grandsons become tyrants and kings. Forever traveling west ten thousand miles over ten thousand years of wagon wheels turning through revolutions of desire, we follow Helius shining in blue sky to find the Promised Land of ancient myths yet invade lush meadows where natives dwell. What great lies of manifest destiny our fathers told us by the crackling hearth to justify invasion of new lands because we escape tyranny of greed to play oppressors in the Promised Land on which we build empire of bloody flags. Across gold dusty hills of Idaho I drive large metal truck of grinding gears, powered by engine that Barsanti designed, loaded full with slabs of delicious beef which bankers and farmers feast on with pride that we rule the world through democracy. Soldiers stand at attention in straight lines at the training camp under silver skies, English, Irish, German, French, African, and Indian warriors, equal in one squad of loyalty to our Land of Liberty where every human should always live free. Enslavers, fascists, and nationalist goons have fallen before courage of our strength, immigrants from lands of tyrants and kings who fight together with united heart to maintain justice and liberty for all till every human on this Earth lives free.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
My mother's mother's father drove a meat-delivery truck in Boise, Idaho in the 1930s after his parents migrated from Missouri to Idaho by wagon train in the 1880s.
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