Rage Of Lost Centuries

Rage Of Lost Centuries
© Surazeus
2025 02 05

The sea is still cold with oblivion, 
hurling waves with rage of lost centuries 
at ground of truth we always believed in, 
but no real path in the world is ever straight, 
so I set object of my life to reach 
distant hills that are exploding again. 

For over one hundred years of hope now 
our world of cities mushrooming from death 
has been flaring with rockets of ambition 
that shatter cathedrals and mosques to dust 
for they were propped up with deceptive lies 
that cannot protect our souls from the truth. 

Red hyacinths of winter mornings burn 
with frantic music of aggressive birds 
that follow refugees in the waste land 
who clap their hands and stomp on empty graves 
because the last soldier to die in war 
gave up attempting to write songs of love. 

When banks and cathedrals of futile faith 
stand empty along busy city streets, 
we know the angels who came a long way 
hold solid anguish of doom in their hands 
after wandering in helpless woods with Death 
while deciding what action to perform. 

Bright bells of noon can no longer be heard 
across the campuses of higher learning 
where scholars write formulas of despair 
with blood of angels on vanishing walls 
that defeat is no word the young accept 
when they go searching for the Promised Land. 

The heart that gathers honest loneliness 
sinks into swirling ocean of false words, 
so we return from wilderness of lies 
with nothing but the truth in open hands, 
determined to build from ruins of faith 
world empire based on liberty for all. 

Dark evening gives bright river to our eyes 
so we all follow our own river home, 
yet gather confused on the ocean shore 
all nations of the Earth in restless crowd 
to seek guidance in our indifferent stars 
till the darkness tells us how to behave. 

Justice wears one single face of respect 
composed of every face we humans wear 
as we proclaim in court of honest tales 
we are the heroes of each judgment case, 
yet when I observe the whole human race 
I see myself in every nameless face.