Aged Pile Of Truth

Aged Pile Of Truth
© Surazeus
2024 09 30

When falsehood roots in the aged pile of truth 
with hungry despair of the bitter weed, 
I pull out objective hoe of research, 
which I honed sharp on stone of honesty, 
and dig out lies with attentive concern 
so wheat of wisdom may blossom rich fruit. 

Appearing on Earth as messiah sleuth, 
World Savior arrives in grave hour of need 
to walk among the people outside church 
by travelling town to town in jalopy 
to sell scriptures that help the curious learn 
nature of atoms while he strums the lute. 

Though dark serpents instead of angel wings 
grow out of my shoulders to assert will 
to power over imaginative minds, 
which feed on energy of hopeful brains, 
I will confirm my soul with self-control, 
my liberty in framework of the law. 

Through storms of falsehood Truth forever sings 
to shine her guiding light on fractured hill 
so people feel strong energy which binds 
our bodies to this world in cleansing rains 
for each person to design our own role 
which we perform with sense of reverent awe. 

Lounging at table in my quiet home, 
dark because electric power is lost, 
I contemplate relationships we build 
through interaction with strangers we meet 
with purpose to create, and not destroy, 
structures of safety where we dwell in faith. 

When I was younger I left home to roam 
signless road across waste land of the ghost 
with intention to join ancient Bard Guild 
to sing how empires built on cows and wheat 
have organized mankind since rule of Troy 
whose ruins are still haunted by the wraith. 

When falsehood roots in the aged pile of truth, 
infesting society with mirage 
that Evil Tyrant, who attacks to wreck 
power structure which prevents his cruel reign, 
is Good Savior who protects us from harm, 
we help Liberty oppose his onslaught. 

At second coming of messiah sleuth 
we stand together to withstand barrage 
of lies Evil Tyrant shoots without respect 
till torrent of his hate can fully drain, 
thus we dispel his curse with loving charm 
and clean disgusting mess of his foul rot.