Though Fascists Threaten © Surazeus 2024 01 28 Though our revels have all ended in death, celebrating rise and fall of our state soon to be reborn on frail Phoenix wings from flames of conflict between different views on how people should perform games of power, we will gather to feast and dance again. Though we are actors melted into air, destroyed by conflicts between greedy kings, we were never spirits without flesh bodies for we construct new humble homes from hope to survive on this globe that dissolves not long after our substantial pageants fade. Though clever men, terrified by mute death, assert their rights in global games of chess, unconsciously moved by ancestral souls who fought brutal wars to crown themselves kings, seem to rule with iron fists in tall towers, they all will fall from pinnacles of power. Though elected presidents of vast nations acclaim themselves wise rulers of their peoples, and cling to official roles of state power through terror of monsters hunting their souls, they will collapse from exertion of force, exhausted from vigor of divine might. Though political gangs of social power form networks of alliances, that span international borders with taut web of fear binding local communities in coalitions of psychic control, vexation shatters illusion of faith. Though dictators who rule without gold crowns fall from pinnacles of power in disgrace when the people unite with loyal hearts to wield equal rights of justice for all, they build no Hell in waste land of despair, nor return as blind prophet of lost truth. Though complex rituals of democracy seethe with restless energy of desire, barely reined by vision of equal rights ordered by honest men the people choose, fascists attempting to control our minds fail from fatigue and lose the crown of power. Though fascists threaten to exploit our souls to enslave our will to work for their wealth by enforcing laws that constrain our right to choose how we will live through Liberty, our freedom of speech to live as we will, if we harm none, will overcome their greed.
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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