Exile From My Homeland © Surazeus 2024 04 09 Driven from the garden where I was born by men who destroyed grand city I built, I wander waste land of my lonely heart on maze of signless roads that go nowhere in search for the river-fed Promised Land where I build haven for my family. Enraged at injustice of their attack invading land my ancestors found first, I roam bleak wilderness of my bruised heart that burns with aching flame of hopeless faith, poisoned with nostalgia for the lost past, knowing I can never more return home. Myth of creation my fathers composed, that proves our right to dwell safe on this land, defines fall for eating forbidden fruit through exile bearing relics of our faith to redemption earned by self-sacrifice as we build new city with crafting hands. Though my ancestors ever traveled west ten thousand years Scythia to Oregon on never-ending quest of bitter hope to escape greedy tyranny of kings, I can only build and guard paradise of this safe home till Death dissolves my soul. Exile from my homeland frustrates my heart with bitter ache of sorrow at my loss that sparks awake patriotic intent to focus attention of daily tasks on finding in vast wilderness of fear new fertile land to build home for my clan. For I would rather be Odysseus struggling to return from fruitless war to reclaim homeland from invading thieves, than fierce Achilles driven mad by rage to kill noble man protecting his home and destroy grand city built on bold hope. Yet I must become Aeneas the brave who leads his family over stormy seas from ancient noble city burned by greed to find lush land of fertile tree-thick vales where my bold descendants may thrive in peace to build new shining city on the hill. Though exiled from lost homeland of my heart by hostile invaders greedy for wealth, I turn my face into bright winds of change to wander far over mountains and seas so I can build new homeland with firm hands where my children may grow from heart of Earth.
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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