My Homeless Heart © Surazeus 2023 11 29 Sharp wounds of injustice spur my sore heart to fight against oppressors who exploit passion of hope to evade mindless death long enough to generate eager life so we can feast together by warm hearth that casts bright glow in darkness of lost time. When I am cheated of land, which I own because my ancestors settled it first, I cry for justice to king on gold throne, but he adjudicates against my claim, then annexes my farm to his estate and charges me rent to live in my home. This signless road that leads to every land, where I wander forever in vain search for unclaimed land where I can plant my flag, becomes the homeland of my homeless heart, so I roam ten thousand years on long quest for patch of land where I can lay my head. Though nowhere on this Earth is my true home, since I have dwelled on every river shore, I set up table by the River Styx to host feast for friends who respect my choice for I protect them with rod of the law and fight for their right to live as they will.
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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