Before They Kill Us All © Surazeus 2024 03 21 They want to exterminate our whole clan from vibrant passion of life-spinning Earth, and erase stories of our homeless tribe from the ancient book of mountains and seas, so we must defend our lives from their hate and kill them first before they kill us all. Hunted for centuries across strange lands far from the homeland our fathers designed, we escape their swords in the wilderness, yet long for lush valleys our mothers tilled, so we must live with compassionate hope and kill them first before they kill us all. Thick grapevines we planted with bleeding hands in fertile soil that gave our bodies life still grow entangled in our lonely hearts though we wander far from vales of lost homes, so we must plant more vines in foreign fields and kill them first before they kill us all. Beneath cool shade in groves of olive trees we gathered round tables of faith to feast, and by deep sea that ever calls our names we sang solemn psalms of trust in the Sky, so we must feast and sing in these strange lands and kill them first before they kill us all. We built new homes in cities far from home and raised our families in gardens of fruit, but they attacked us and drove us away to wander as strangers in these strange lands, so we must return to our first homeland and kill them first before they kill us all. Surrounding us in ghettos of despair, they trap us with high fences of barbed wire, then, sending us in trains to prison camps, they gas our souls in chambers of contempt, so we must go back to where we began and kill them first before they kill us all. Returning to space of our first homeland where bones of our ancestors form the hills, we drive squatters from homes our fathers built, and chase thieves from gardens our mothers tilled, so we must raise flag of our haven state and kill them first before they kill us all. Safe in Promised Land our First Father found, based on promise from Spirit of the Stars, we dwell surrounded by thousands of tribes who want to exterminate our whole clan, so we claim our space on life-spinning Earth and kill them first before they kill us all.
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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