Vision Of Global Democracy © Surazeus 2024 05 20 From London to Manhattan on steel wings he flies across the ocean to escape shadow of Death that haunts clean sunlit lawns, then huddles in taxi that Charon drives while clutching portrait of Circe, his wife, whose eyes strike his heart with arrow of love. Though Orpheus plucks at life with old lyre he cannot lead the mad seer back from death whose ghost forever drives his coffin car up hill of skulls where Dionysus laughs at portent of sea waves on golden sand where only fools build castles out of fame. Since time is always open-eyed with truth about futile quest of humanity to maintain imperial security through honesty of tanks and ships and planes, we animate our bones with fabled news to march against contempt of tyranny. With voice of ocean waves crashing soft shores we clamor loud through sermons of grand pride insisting on our bold superior strength to stand opposed with principles of faith against aggressive hordes of greedy gangs who invade fertile land our fathers stole. No penitents now visit shrines of saints who passively resisted tyranny, for they hide in their isolated homes clutching rifles of rage with frightened hands to shoot the faceless shadow of despair in vain attempt to secure paradise. The shining city on the hill of faith that cannot be hid by smokescreen of greed, humming with vibrant creativity, protects migrants and refugees from war who gather from cities around the world with vision of global democracy. Somewhere in crowded maze of city streets nameless messiah sleuth investigates crime of treason against Justice and Truth committed by the thief in business suit while angels of American cry out for the cosmic herald to guide their way. As eyeless ghost of the mad seer glows bright in torch of freedom Liberty holds high, his vision projects rainbow of his will in fear-dispelling beacon of our hearts that lights the way our scattered tribe can go on the righteous path of democracy.
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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