Exiled From Their Heavens © Surazeus 2024 12 08 Every day I eat with you I know why those couples on Etruscan tombs still smile even after we translate ancient texts that list the number of cows in their fields and how many trees of apples they own, so I give you honey to show my love. With bootless cries to deaf clouds in the sky, I wander barefoot on the signless road to catch the thieves who hit me on the head and stole my wagon with barrels of fruit, but gate of Heaven remains closed to me, disgraced by Fortune who mocks my weak state. From sullen Earth of sorrow I still rise with flash of dawnless hope in my cold heart to wait all day outside the crowded court where Justice judges cases till sunset, so I decide instead of cruel revenge I will harvest wheat from my broken heart. Lost in dark forest of terrible wealth, I twirl sling of David to hurl the rock of cruel sincerity, which kills the ghoul whose cavern is filled with jewels and bones, so I gather treasures of their lost hopes and sell them to housewives outside the gate. Grasping the serpent just below its jaws with sharp teeth gleaming with poisonous faith, I dance around clay tablet soaked with blood that details deed of family ownership how my grandfather bought land by the lake, now claimed by third son of the minister. In every prosperous age of every empire greedy men exercise official power to steal fertile land from hard-working farmers, or claim orchards of fruit trees as their own, leaving helpless men exiled from their heavens they had created with their honest hands. Though blind-folded to objectively rule in favor of the honest righteous man, Justice just as often fails to correct cases where the wealthy steal from the poor because our social system judges them more worthy to control the fertile land. When social systems function properly men motivated by Justice and right work as police and lawyers to right wrongs, but when the system favors the rich first we rise in revolution against greed and follow Liberty to fight the power.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus preaches to the huge crowd of demonstrators that Justice has failed so now is the time to unite against the greedy oligarchs trying to take control of our democracy.
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