Our Global Tyrant © Surazeus 2023 09 13 To live again free in wild woods forlorn, I would escape metropolitan maze in one continuous city of roads that spans our spinning globe with glowing towers long expanding from original hall founded at core of Pandemonium. Still slouching from Bethlehem of his birth, that giant god of shadowy unlight, revered by millions as immortal tyrant, lumbers over burning marl of world city with ancient wand, bereft of magic powers, where humans swarm like bees in cement hives. Clutching cracked wand of grim authority, tall as some tar-slicked telephone pole, stuck in prairie soil by signless country road amid wheat fields of corporate wealth, world god, adored by police and soldiers with guns, over cities of working people glowers. After eating grass seven thousand years, then howling mad with laughter of despair that blind fortune destroys all he creates though he obeys divine rules, global king, puffed huge with hot air of arrogance, preaches national pride with words of rage. Demanding love through blind obedience to whimsical will of his turbid mind, ever flashing with grandiose programs where nameless slaves construct bold monuments that illustrate his genius through design, our global tyrant sneers with proud contempt. Each tyrant who falls from weight of blind fear, collapsing into heap of broken skulls, makes way for younger tyrants, hot with rage, to burst like wasps from rotten corpse of faith till ten thousand cities of steel-glass towers, based on Pandemonium, teem with tyrants. While countless tyrants, imitating Satan with serpentine hiss of greed forged from fear, conduct gang wars in Pandemonian suburbs, that faceless God of Good that humans worship, who fierce prayers imagine reigns on high throne of judgment, sits paralyzed on Glow Cloud. Ascending flat-top pyramid of power, I stand before tall faceless God of Light and ask he enforce judgment of his law to punish our global tyrant with justice so every person may live as they will, till I find I am that paralyzed god.
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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