Every Human Life Has Worth © Surazeus 2024 02 26 Though I would like to write of normal things and praise simple beauty of routine life, I cannot close my heart to sufferings millions of people experience through strife, so I will cry out to the empty sky and wonder that no God answers my Why. How birds flutter in trees and sing desire to generate new life before they die resembles people running to flee fire when bombs are fired to demolish their sky, yet I will shout outrage at the wild sea sacred law that all people should live free. What good is Heaven where no God of love reigns over Earth with laws of just deserts when tyrants claim right to rule from above in order to recruit mindless converts, though I scream tearfully in howling wind against which I break if I never bend. Since I refuse to prophesy their doom, and hide from duty to proclaim their crimes, cruel tyrants and their minions steal the broom employed by the wise seer to guide our times, till I howl laughing at indifferent moon since nothing changes from my honest tune. I turn my face away from genocide because my heart breaks with every dead child who cries for help as they drown in the tide even as the naked emperor smiled, but I turn back and face the bloodied king who howls with rage when I destroy his ring. I carry bodies bruised by cracked cement from heaps of rubble shattered by despair, surprised and shocked at horrible extent tyrants go to kill with martial fanfare, since I believe humans are good at heart though they keep tearing each other apart. Heart-wrenching agony, at brutal death so many humans suffer in cruel wars ten thousand years now, suffocates my breath as wingless angels battle dinosaurs, so I stumble dizzy against the door, because my voice is drowned by buzzing roar. I stand before Gate of Heaven at dawn where God reigns on gold throne of endless war, and douse my body with blood of the swan, then set myself on fire to mark the score while singing hymn to nurture peace on Earth to prove that every human life has worth.
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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