Justice-Borne Democracy

Justice-Borne Democracy
© Surazeus
2025 05 25

So often I forget the sky is blue 
while staring at the television screen 
so I can analyze what truth is new 
in psychic vision of the world machine 
that reformats how our brains see the world 
so we miss coming of the cosmic herald. 

Regret for how rainwater flows away 
in rapid tumbling of soul energy, 
which represents why meaning fails to stay 
trapped in puzzle of social lethargy, 
inspires my sense of cosmic urgency 
to marry faith with atheist fervency. 

Though we are destined in this life to meet, 
we miss each other on the road of fate, 
so I sit on river stone with sore feet 
to reinvent true nature of my mate 
who cannot call me on the telephone 
so I carve our love song on dragon bone. 

Heart twisted into spirals of weird words, 
I gaze in ghostly eyes of my first love 
who haunts me with her absence as swift birds 
who bear her lonely spirit far above, 
so I reach out my hands to empty sky 
and break the haughty world with anguished cry. 

Through endless witty quips of bitter hope 
I hammer weak foundation of beliefs 
that fail to give me tools I need to cope 
when I unite our state of warring chiefs 
with marriage alliance of families 
who transcend role of rival enemies. 

Young children born with innocence respect 
variety of cultures which compose 
global nations with values that transect 
our traditional world views blind gods impose 
in fractured puzzle of opposing cults 
cobbled together on racist insults. 

I want to live in paradise of truth, 
constructing temples with prophetic scrolls, 
but Fate requires I play messiah sleuth 
appointing each person creative roles 
so we can build world empire on one law 
ruled by vatic wisdom of Onatah. 

When I remember why the sky is blue 
while singing psalm that shines my mirror brain, 
I program code to conjure new world view 
for every person in the world to train 
so we unite against harsh tyranny 
to nurture justice-borne democracy.