Rumors That Dictators Fall

Rumors That Dictators Fall
© Surazeus
2024 12 25

The heavens high above our fragile Earth 
are not hostile to mundane hopes of men 
though it hurls meteors at Garden of Eden 
that light whole countries with the blaze of truth 
to sear vast forests with indifferent flame, 
then gouge deep craters where cathedrals stood. 

Though we watch our doom as statues of wood, 
hearts filled with mute disquietude of dread, 
we are all spellbound by numbing despair, 
unable to arrest oncoming blast 
of social tyranny brought by the thug 
who seeks revenge against the just and good. 

Lost in dim twilight underneath the mind, 
we search in vain for refuge from the blast, 
paralyzed by respect for principle 
that everyone should play life by good rules 
which govern how all participate 
in writing programs that compose our state. 

With something strangely pure about the heart 
we cry to empty sky of long-dead stars 
for world salvation from cruel tyranny 
as angry men assert fascist control 
over armies of poor obedient men 
determined to make their state great again. 

Attentive to hypothesis of fear, 
we psychoanalyze causes of war 
that stir civil strife for control of power 
between opposing factions forged by greed 
in fight that proves at fall of bloodied flags 
to be but mirrors on the wheeling stage. 

Faces glow as stars in moon-shadowed pool 
where spirits of dead warriors call for help 
to nameless ghosts who go about their lives 
in calm routine of social quietude, 
discussing rumors that dictators fall 
exhausted from mind-numbing dread of death. 

Our jagged shadows on cracked wall of time 
reach trembling hands to time-receding sun, 
then fall back into muck of helpless hope 
confined by bounds of thick material need 
to skip from world to world in vain attempt 
to measure spiral of expanding eyes. 

Each morning branches from electric time 
with orchestrated song of countless brains 
while we eat oranges of the mother tree 
then surf tsunamis beyond time and space 
at subtle crackle on the radio 
when Death crowns himself American king.