Wednesday, June 5, 2024

When All Our Truths

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. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus as docent guides us through museum that displays our cultural trash as treasures of the past.

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