Freedom Of Zarathia © Surazeus 2024 12 20 Letters written one hundred years ago have scattered into fragments of stale words no longer able to contain emotions soldered with intensity of vain hope while ghosts of senders and receivers wait century of endless wars at locked gates. Old half-blind writer of stories and plays sits at worn wood desk with paper and quill in apartment above the bakery shop, staring at the cemetery of oaks, then writes weird prophecies in awkward verse about how the new empire will fall too. Motherless woman in the warehouse shed slashes hundred of portraits with sharp knife that she had painted over twenty years to erase her pain from dream of the world till men lock her in blank asylum room where she bites her fingers to paint with blood. I hear deep voice in soft splash of sea waves murmur with grief of the Americas, so I document silence in the cries of children orphaned by corporate greed who grow up to mourn the bodies of steel that we inhabit with computer brains. I paint blank mask of my national face with color of time extracted from trees that grow through cracks of asphalt parking lots so bees can thrive again in dusty fields to fertilize our lonely hearts with love poisoned by insecticides of glass angels. The bodies of people painted with blood, killed by angry boys with their righteous guns, are displayed as mummies of innocence in museum of individual rights where worshippers gather with solemn prayers before gold statue of the rifleman. Sacred hunting grounds of the native tribe, where their Garden of Eden thrived in peace, is now covered by the Mictlan Strip Mall, where we drive roads with traffic lights and signs to shop at stores for clothing and jewelry, then eat hamburgers and fries with cold soda. When America vanishes in flames of civil war between opposing views of democracy against tyranny, we will replace fallen empire of greed with generous freedom of Zarathia where everyone lives equal in the law.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, December 20, 2024
Freedom Of Zarathia
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Orpheus composes new constitution for the Republic of Zarathia that guarantees equal rights, liberties, and opportunities for every person alive on Earth.
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