Golden Age Of Rome

Golden Age Of Rome
© Surazeus
2025 01 22

To enjoy avarice of happiness, 
Robert clutches hands of the ticking clock, 
vainly attempting to stop flow of change, 
and roots himself in jagged Earth of hope, 
but time drags his soul beyond history 
and throws him in the saurian grave of fame. 

To savor delirium of vain sureness, 
Robert knots heart with innocent guile 
to press knife-edge of faith against the future 
who mocks his anguish of splintered contempt, 
hopeless about saving his wife and child 
from trash fire of the new fascist regime. 

To raise the cross of the Crucified King, 
Robert attempts to analyze despair, 
ripping pages from holy book of lies, 
compulsory healing upending truth 
when priests declare him the mad heretic 
who builds barbwire fence around his death chapel. 

To study the lizard breathing foul smog, 
Robert declares himself, with puffing throat, 
to be the Great Lord of this universe 
where prophets sit on cliffs and swing their feet 
while watching vultures rule in the White House 
till Melusine devours them to save Earth. 

To walk in glazed moonlight of honest rage, 
Robert journeys into dark maple woods 
where herds of cows graze over graves of gods, 
drawn by unlimited desire to know 
truth about lust humans hide in their hearts 
by wearing Christian mask of charity. 

To understand lessons of history, 
Robert watches old films where Hitler shouts, 
"Make America great again over all!" 
then salutes the Fasces ax with twelve spears 
that honors this new Golden Age of Rome, 
where Red Cross soldiers trample everyone. 

To grasp beautiful fragile light of life, 
Robert intermeshes limbs of his flesh 
to incarnate fierce soul of Lucifer 
in bold rebellion against King of Greed 
who sends sycophantic minions to fight 
holy crusade against the southern horde. 

To express avarice of loneliness, 
Robert wanders across vast field of snow 
where ravens in oak trees give him mushrooms 
so he can eat the broken hearts of gods 
and wake from delirious womb of Earth 
to laugh because cruel tyrants always fall.