When All Our Truths © Surazeus 2024 06 05 When all our boats have sunk into the sea and all our heroes work in factories, we rise in revolution of the gun to steal great glory of the eyeless sun so we lock our homes with computer keys and worship goddess of the honey bee. When all our planes have fallen from the sky and all our homes are blasted by your bombs, we gather in valley of broken bones to carve our names on law-forbidden stones so children pray for us in empty tombs, inventing religion to answer why. When all our holy books of truth are burned and all our gods are idols carved from stone, we sell our stories to the greedy king who feasts on our fruit while he makes us sing till I wake on Mount Takoma alone, coding riddles from secrets I have learned. When all our churches crumble into sand and all our doctrines are exposed as lies, we climb the Stairway to Heaven nowhere that leaves us hanging in the windy air, so, on leap of faith where Icarus flies, I soar high enough to map our strange land. When all our cars run out of gasoline and all our children rise up from the Earth, we climb high Pyramid of the God Eye, so, when I graduate from school as spy and find the lost Holy Grail of rebirth, I will marry daughter of Melusine. When all our horses gallop fruited plains and all our parents gamble with our fate, we name our new country for Onatah after fall of Empire America, so we enforce laws with justice we rate as equal for all when Liberty reigns. When all our bridges collapse from the weight of injustice for the rich and the poor, we fight civil war for freedom to live in commercial game based on take and give, reversing status of the psychic score to escape the trap triggered by the bait. When all our truths have fractured into shards and all our photos burned to swirling ash, we build new nation based on equal rights that binds all world races with holy rites to stock museums with cultural trash redefined as treasures by street-wise bards.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
When All Our Truths
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Orpheus as docent guides us through museum that displays our cultural trash as treasures of the past.
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