Ghost Of America Weeps © Surazeus 2025 01 20 Ice frosts the Capitol Dome of our hearts, and black cars with flashing lights slowly glide past stone tombs of generals and presidents where faceless ghost of America weeps for all the people suffering in her land who claw at hard soil for wealth of their dreams. Now that the rough beast of arrogant greed slouches toward Washington with claws of gold, Lady Liberty, who still holds high lamp of justice as bright beacon to the world, seems to stand alone in blizzard of fear guarding the huddled masses at her feet. What vile clone of Ozymandias and mad Nebuchadnezzar now parades with blustering pomp of fragile vanity to crown himself king of zombies and ghouls who worship their blood-thirsty vampire god with Viking audacity of wild wolves. Now masked with honorable solemnity, Angels of America in clean suits and elegant gowns assemble at noon in Capitol Dome with statues of gods, where followers of Midas rioted, to crown the vile traitor king of the land. Revelation of some new golden age, that many people hope is at now hand, conjures fierce storm-eyed Spirit of the World who rises huge from oil-soaked desert sands with pitiless eyes of imperial greed fueled by twenty centuries of crusade. After his gang storms the Capitol Dome to invade Olympus with guns of greed, Midas returns to drive Zeus from his throne, and, with the Crown of Thorns he stole from Christ, appoints himself Chief Bully of the land, riveted on cleansing Garden of Eden. Disguised with mask of sober dignity, King Midas, predacious Puppet of Pluto, grasps Lightning Spear of Zeus with anxious hands and howls with rage of his Caucasian tribesmen to drive all immigrants from land they stole, and enclose paradise with walls of fear. Yet spark of light in storm of smoggy gloom, that gleams in bold eyes of Justice with hope, emerges from grim shadow of despair to motivate courageous hearts with faith so millions of people, driven by love, will rise to reclaim Land of Liberty.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, January 20, 2025
Ghost Of America Weeps
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings prophecy of Zarathia at the inauguration ceremony of Midas in the Capitol Dome.
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