Glass Mask Of Righteousness

Glass Mask Of Righteousness
© Surazeus
2024 12 19

People who wear glass mask of righteousness 
shatter facades of brick buildings with jokes 
so they can perceive the industrial heart 
that operates machine of privilege 
which we fuel with blood of obdurate pride 
to maintain distance from toxic belief. 

Transparent trail through ideology 
leads us to grove of thirteen singing stones 
where people rendered homeless by the war 
offer without arrogance of despair 
testimony of the sacrificed self 
which confuses the faithful-minded fraud. 

Innocent shopkeepers of the lost lake 
build walls of paradise with prejudice 
to release hungry hearts by breaking stones 
pilfered from ruins of cathedral halls 
so tired workers can wear another face 
by exchanging keys to towers of oil. 

We follow money on the water trail 
that always winds back to the offices 
where robots of incorporated persons 
issue decrees for workers to obey 
though we hide bananas in cowboy hats 
to prove we are superior to clowns. 

We create God in the image of Man 
to prove we are better than animals, 
then build the fire on misty mountain ridge 
and dance all night while drinking blood of gods 
to honor mystery of the kitchen witch 
so everyone speaks about how they feel. 

No one dares steal cinnamon apple pies 
cooling on the windowsill of despair 
that Eve bakes in hot oven of her hope, 
so we stand on the hill around the tree 
and ask the faceless spirit in the sky 
how we can attain everlasting life. 

God says nothing from the eye-glowing cloud 
so we all conclude there is no one up there 
except the Moon who makes ocean waves roll, 
but she is waiting for us to construct 
rocket ships so we can fly to her heart 
and build our lonely house with mirror doors. 

Forgetting wildness of the mindless sea, 
we build vast city of homes to reflect 
maze of myths where dead gods play hide and seek, 
so when I wear glass mask of righteousness 
everybody thinks my authority 
beams down from nuclear eyes of the Sun.