Friday, November 3, 2023

Blood Of Our Sacrifice

Blood Of Our Sacrifice
© Surazeus
2023 11 03

Now quiet after blasting of the bombs, 
when eerie twilight lingers in smoke clouds 
over ruptured rubble of apartment blocks 
where nameless ghosts of wounded people lie 
moaning with pain in dark hospital halls, 
ruins of the once thriving city dreams. 

With unreal language in false prayers of faith 
will I lament death of innocent souls 
when fearful tyrants of two nations fight 
through brutal attacks of arrogant pride 
that destroy the people they would protect, 
hiding weakness from positions of strength. 

So many noble people with strong skills 
of creative craftsmanship based on love 
in both nations take up arms to protect 
their right to live on ancient fathered land 
and kill each other with anguish of fear 
that leaves them buried nameless in mass graves. 

Religious temples, hospitals, and schools, 
filled with frightened people hiding in gloom 
to escape rockets of nationalist hate, 
are blasted into heaps of moldering rubble, 
becoming tombs where those innocent souls 
lie crushed and burned into heaps of mute ash. 

If you ask me which city of lost souls 
I here describe with language of grim facts 
I will point to sprawling map of our world 
to show you thousands of cities and towns 
destroyed by armies of invading hordes 
that soak the Earth with blood ten thousand years. 

Hundreds of cities getting bombed today 
are just the latest casualties of war 
that rumbles around our fragile spinning globe 
in restless storms of fierce traumatized men 
manipulated by tyrants in towers 
who send them into battle to steal land. 

Safe in my home in land of Onatah, 
protected by army of boys with guns, 
I can do nothing but sing this lament 
with melancholy anguish of the fool 
for billions of people around the Earth 
killed in holy wars by proud Sons of God. 

My heart now pregnant with celestial fire, 
I sing heart-breaking elegy of faith 
that will not justify strict laws of Jove 
who sits on throne of swords in hall of skulls, 
and laughs with glee to see dumb humans fight 
so he can drink blood of our sacrifice. 


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