Our National Ghost

Our National Ghost
© Surazeus
2024 10 28

My heart attuned to our national ghost, 
I seek romantic beauty of the world 
in dew-wet pastures of clear sparkling streams, 
but find men digging mines into the ground 
to harvest mineral riches of the Earth 
who build vast maze of cement, steel, and glass. 

Among bright gems and flowers of lush fields 
I find skeletons of great warriors 
who fought to defend our nation from harm, 
fever-animated zombies of rage 
unresurrected by sharp dragon teeth, 
whose voices whisper nothing in the wind. 

Gang of boys running in dark Raven Wood 
find jagged cave carved from river-side cliff 
glowing with flames of attentive force 
to watch Arthur pull long sword from the stone 
by gripping its handle with aggressive fist 
and hammering twisted metal into shape. 

Since Arthur forged Excalibur from stone 
that blazed as meteor from the starry realm, 
warriors fight battles in pastoral meadows 
where shepherds keep watch under gleaming stars 
till Icarus flies airplane among the clouds 
as angels and devils fight over Heaven. 

Awake in dream as our national ghost, 
I build vast urban maze of pyramids, 
transforming mountains from square blocks of stone 
to castles guarding paradise from thieves, 
to frames of steel girders plated with glass 
woven with world wide web of wired computers. 

We construct on skulls of tyrants and kings 
our world empire of computing machines 
to create virtual worlds in video games 
where warriors fight in fields as shepherds sing 
about the coming of the global king 
who discards the crown for democracy. 

Intense energy of psychotic angst 
fuels desperate cries for strong messiah king 
to mold chaotic passion of the tribe 
in warrior nation fighting enemies 
to conquer Earth under the red-cross flag 
that drips with blood of colonized souls. 

Delusion of ecstatic transformation 
attunes my heart to our national ghost 
from men calling for grandiose salvation 
to shelter farmers from foreign invasion, 
so I sit alone on the river shore 
till I hear nothing but song of the Earth.