United For The Truth

United For The Truth
© Surazeus
2024 11 14

When we walk together blind in the dark 
we can give each other rocks, and decide 
to be enthusiastic about death, 
though someone always talks about the ghost 
that hides in shadows of our nameless fears, 
so maybe we should just sit for a while. 

If we are stranded on deserted isle 
after escaping from gang of state thieves, 
we can all agree to cooperate 
catching fish and cooking them over fires 
so everyone can eat, till someone shouts 
that someone else got more than their fair share. 

No one will ever come looking for us 
because we told the preacher in the church 
that he tells lies about the afterlife, 
because we are better off in the woods 
eating mushrooms that redesign our minds 
so we can see spirits in faceless things. 

The alternate theory I postulate 
about why people always fight for power 
considers material nature of life, 
so I should write my ideas in books 
and sell them to the banker with the key 
who runs engine of world economies. 

When the traitor crowns himself king of Earth 
he appoints his gang of rapists and thieves 
to important posts in the government, 
so we bow our heads and go back to work 
sweating all day in the vast factory 
while he plays golf and sails expensive yachts. 

Leaving behind the crazy game of power 
that men contest in city of desire, 
we journey west into the wilderness 
and build new town on sparkling river shore 
to live free from cruel greed of tyranny 
till his thieves find our home in paradise. 

Yet when I think about the end of time 
in revelation of apocalypse 
exposing bitter hatred in our state, 
I let my pretty puppets fall disgraced 
because I am exhausted by it all, 
attempting to preserve democracy. 

When we walk together blind in the light 
we can give each other books of ancient tales 
about how heroes, who for Liberty 
oppose aggression of greedy monarchs, 
defeat the tyrant because he is weak, 
and we are strong united for the truth.