Words Of The Prophets © Surazeus 2024 11 26 When the words of the prophets, we forgot were written on the subway walls in blood, are erased by white paint of silence and lies, we find them burning truer in our hearts, so we gather in ruins of our city to sing them with loud voices of despair. Though we are stripped of social uniforms by constant bombings from planes in the sky, we gather naked in the city square around the fountain clogged with skulls of gods, and give each other new names of the dead so we can call each other in the gloom. Though creeping in cold darkness of the world where ghosts of our ancestors urge our progress, we plant seeds of lost hope in bloody earth and tend fruit trees that sprout from bleak despair till ruined city transforms into woods where ten thousand people search for the truth. After fall of the neon god we made, we teach each other with new words me dream to reach each other with new arms of faith, and share fresh tales of wisdom from the well that echoes with new voices we inspire as we disturb the silence of despair. No longer do we walk dark streets alone, our eyes no longer blinded by harsh truth, for we hold hands in meadows brimming flowers that bloom in ruins of cathedral halls to feast in lobbies of abandoned banks while sharing songs we write with voice of love. Though old and weary Columbia died when American Republic collapsed, young and vigorous Zarathia strides with courage of the visionary seer to lead us from stark ruins of our past so we can build new nation of our future. Liberty holds Torch of Freedom high and bears Book of Wisdom at her breast, so we bid darkness of despair farewell to fulfill new vision that dispels gloom which guides our journey to the Promised Land where everyone is equal in the law. No longer do the people bow or pray to false gods of oppressive monarchy for we now heed the warning on the wall when prophets sing new tales of bravery where we live as we will, if we harm none, through fellowship of our democracy.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus joins Simon and Garfunkel singing Sounds of Silence in the greed-shattered ruins of the American Republic.
ReplyDeleteAs a freshman in college in 1983 I first first remember hearing The Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel which came out the year I was born.
ReplyDeleteI changed my name to Simon and began writing poetry.