Sunday, January 21, 2024

Monsters Of Blind Faith

Monsters Of Blind Faith
© Surazeus
2024 01 21

Though we are living in the strangest times, 
when tyrants of huge nations grasp control 
from terror that their neighbors will invade, 
we stand together on lawns of our homes 
when evening sunlight shimmers in tall trees 
to sing in touch with beauty of the Earth. 

They may destroy our homes with bombs of hate 
so they can claim land of our mothers theirs, 
but we will build new homes with shattered bones 
and prepare grand feast on tables with our friends 
who will weep as we disappear in wind 
and vanish from our flame-burned photographs. 

The burbling brook that flows behind my home, 
where skittish deer stare at my window ghost, 
invites me to traverse its surging tide 
to find deserted grove of apple trees 
where Adam once proposed marriage to Eve 
till Lilith chased them from the Promised Land. 

We gather after school in the corn field 
to present play about the love affair 
when shy Phoebus and Vesta fall in love 
so they escape and sail across the sea 
to build new home on isle of Avalon 
where their son becomes the weird Raven King. 

Though Earth that spins forever in the void 
remains indifferent to our suffering 
we humans fight over who owns the land 
and kill each other with weapons of war 
that we develop to control the truth 
as we evolve from hungry animals. 

To seek salvation from world holocaust, 
which humans instigate with every war, 
we listen to birds singing in fruit trees 
till we understand language of desire 
to generate life in struggle with death 
that twists us into monsters of blind faith. 

Trapped in the box Pandora threw away 
with mocking laughter in the lake of tears, 
the clever Jester with one thousand arms 
springs outward at handle-crank of despair 
to build world empire from our fractured states 
based on principle of justice for all. 

While watching the Superbowl football game, 
Hamlet opens refrigerator door 
to drink beer brewed in small quaint mountain town 
but Vesta reaches out from swirling mist 
and takes him dancing in Hollywood Hills 
as bombs destroy homes somewhere far away. 


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