Bright Ocean Waves © Surazeus 2023 10 08 Bright ocean waves that sing in silver wind care not humans kill each other with hate, though Mother Sea generated our souls from passionate desire to know the light that beams from Father Sun across the void, so I weep for kind people killed in wars. Bright ocean waves that howl in thunder storm care not humans kill each other for land, laughing as they tear down tall city towers built from steel that we forged in flames of Hell to prove this world belongs to us alone till Pandemonium crumbles in the sea. Bright ocean waves that hum in sunset glow care not humans kill each other for truth, oblivious to our endless holy wars that we conduct to prove our glorious God grants us exclusive right to rule the Earth, enforcing our justice with swords and guns. Bright ocean waves that dance in gentle breeze care not humans kill each other for faith, deaf to our prayers we whisper in despair when famine and disease decimate nations who suffer agony while silent God does nothing to alleviate our pain. Bright ocean waves that play in light of dawn care not humans kill each other for fear, swirling endless spirals of casual thought around our globe that spins in silent void while we fight to control Garden of Eden where nutritious fruit blooms on Tree of Knowledge. Bright ocean waves that laugh with carefree mirth care not humans kill each other for joy, shimmering clear beneath the mountain range where refugees from war walk signless roads without their messiah across the waste land while the wealthy party in Wonderland. Bright ocean waves that cry with bitter misery care not humans kill each other for sorrow, watching gangs of angry boys lead by kings shoot each other for sacred right to live happy and safe in walls of paradise or trapped behind barbed wire in prison camps. Bright ocean waves that dream in twilight zone care not humans kill each other for hope, sparkling with light of the sun and the moon millions of years before humans evolve, millions of years while humans fight wars, and millions of years after humans die.
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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