New State Of Penury

New State Of Penury
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Each day the dream mirror falls off the wall 
Jamin decides not to answer the call 
but sits in front yard of his house instead 
to count the dead leaves that cover his head 
so when thieves infiltrate the treasury 
he laments our new state of penury. 

Since children throw eggs at the White House door 
angels never make ice cream anymore, 
so Jamin salutes Death with red right hand 
to prove his right to own the blood-soaked land 
where flowers bloom from skulls of ancient gods 
while devils race each other in hot rods. 

Somewhere over the rainbow of false hope 
Jamin teaches teenagers how to cope 
with the fascist coup of the government 
so they learn skill of psychic puzzlement 
while riding carousel of politics 
by parsing honesty with parlor tricks. 

With close observance of the faceless clock, 
which watches him from surface of the rock, 
Jamin seeks to analyze state of being 
derived from maladjustment of his wing 
twisted by contempt for orthodox law 
till he wakes in shock at the raven caw. 

Each wild dramatic scene of misty vales, 
that he observes on lonely mountain trails, 
inspires mad Jamin with fantastic jokes 
he preaches on stage to expose the hoax 
of thieves to replace our democracy 
with corrupt greed of their oligarchy. 

With fiery admonition in his voice 
Jamin shouts everyone must make the choice 
to fight for justice and equality 
or lose their right to honest liberty, 
but no one hears him on the radio 
erased by laughter at his cameo. 

Mute for years under fig tree of insight, 
Jamin gazes entranced at divine light 
that gleams from Morning Star of dreamless eyes 
in trance that confuses government spies 
who abdicate to join his grand crusade 
when he leads the Revolution Parade. 

Hanging the dream mirror back on the wall, 
Jamin restores government protocol 
that should prevent one man driven by greed 
from controlling institutional creed, 
so though Midas destroys America 
we build new nation of Zarathia.