We Must Love One Another © Surazeus 2025 04 26 We must love one another with respect or fight each other in fierce civil war, Wystan exclaims with soft uncertain voice in the smoky dive that radiates with jazz, then glares out cracked window at the dark sky where waves of fear and anger circulate. Dancing wildly drunk with odor of death, Wystan throws stones from old cathedral walls at idol of the psychopathic god who looms forever on high pedestal above vast empire that rules half the world with aggression of nationalist pride. Crude spirit of dictatorship, that roared eighty years ago from dark German woods, though banished and sealed tight with global laws in Cave of Illusions where Pluto lurks, now rises from vast swamp of Washington in the Golden Calf on the White House lawn. Bright skyscrapers, filled with computer banks that calculate stock market of our worth, express toxic strength of Collective Man in fierce competition to control land sparkling with rich minerals for factories to generate intelligent machines. Awake from euphoric dream of world peace, Wystan stares in mirror of politics at mask of imperialism he wears, and remembers his teacher in grade school declared that those to whom evil is done do evil in return through endless wars. Standing bleary-eyed in bleak glow of dawn, alone on the Brooklyn Bridge where cars speed, Wystan tries to speak for the voiceless mass of people stuck in strict survival routines to unfold with bold words the folded lie that America is land of the free. Composed of Eros and dust of the Earth, beleaguered by cruel negation of despair, Wystan grips fallen Torch of Liberty and relights with love its affirming flame so he can stride through streets of honesty and lead resistance to cruel tyranny. We must love one another with whole hearts, Wystan preaches to huge crowd on the Mall, so we can live with dignity and hope or we will kill our friends in civil war, so fight for equal justice for each soul as we build new state of Zarathia.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus and Wystan walk the snow-blasted mountains of Greenland to find the broken wings of Lucifer.
ReplyDeleteSeptember 1, 1939
ReplyDeleteWystan Hughes Auden
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