Saturday, November 9, 2024

City Bombed By Hate

City Bombed By Hate
© Surazeus
2024 11 09

Across soul-fractured window of my eye 
white spider crawls from frenzied swirl of why 
to weave vast web of memories from my heart 
which children use as navigation chart 
to sail sea of emotions whipped by fear 
toward secret island of the gadgeteer. 

With each eccentric strum of the star chord 
contorting fierce aggression of the sword 
I twirl in martial dance of self-defense 
to shore up ruins with grim confidence 
that I can rebuild city bombed by hate 
when I defy court order of blind Fate. 

Each tower crumbling in blast of world war 
inspires my passion to record lost lore 
describing tales of nameless people killed 
whose worth cannot be valued by weregild 
assessed by bankers calculating wealth 
to control food and medicine through stealth. 

Now that our country has been bought and sold 
by greedy oligarchs snatching all gold, 
we sing sweet hymns that we will never yield 
while toiling all day in the sun-baked field, 
so they fly to the moon in rocket ships 
by crushing our dissent with legal whips. 

Though gangsters and their minions seize control 
over every government office role 
to pilfer taxes we pay in good faith, 
all evil tyrants haunted by the wraith 
fall down to Pandemonium in Hell 
and drown in justice of the Wishing Well. 

Though our civilization may collapse 
because we blunder trustfully in traps 
they set to trick us with glamorous lies, 
we gain salvation when courageous spies 
hack their cruel system of social control 
to break their monopoly on the whole. 

I build my house on rock of solid truth 
forged from facts verified by messiah sleuth 
to protect my precious family from harm 
by mapping network of the data farm 
which helps me analyze profit and loss 
bast on flight patterns of the albatross. 

Each ghost contrived from terror of the light 
guides me with glowing eyes in dark of night 
through maze of myths where idols of gods dream 
apocalypse hosted by divine team 
of angels with automatic machine guns 
who marry daughters of innocent nuns. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus paints visions of the city bombed by hate to remember how paradise looked like before the tyrant crowned himself dictator of life.

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