Brave Child Of Immigrants © Surazeus 2025 06 23 If I can kick the ball into the net before our empire collapses from greed then I will leap abyss of honesty to test my mettle with assertive faith before I tumble from heavenly wall and pick fruit in strawberry fields forever. When gang of men who wear no uniforms, hiding their faces with black bandit masks, swarm the strawberry fields of industry to arrest the hard-working immigrants and deport them all from the Promised Land, I film their illegal activity. Sweat dripping from my brow in blazing sun, I sing the blues with aching heart of hope to call the sweet chariot of salvation which never swoops from faceless clouds of light, so I meet the devil at the crossroads and sell my soul so I can play guitar. Strumming old battered guitar of my heart, I sing the blues on cold Chicago streets to howl with wolf voice of the wilderness, expressing anguish of the immigrant who flees their homeland overrun by gangs to seek salvation in the Promised Land. Because I work my fingers to the bone, constructing car engines in factories, I grow new secret pair of angel wings I try to hide beneath my leather coat till passion to ascend erupts from rage with urgency of faith to fight the power. Linking arms with comrades on picket lines, I strike against dangerous working conditions and call for higher wages with respect so I can afford to feed my family and send my kids to college of desire so they can buy new house and car at last. Bearing my hungry daughter on my back, I trudge rugged trail of the Darien Gap, struggling through stark wilderness of pain where Orpheus leads mute souls of the dead across the waste land to the Promised Land where I work as janitor at hotels. Assembling fragments of my freedom quest in documentary on this bitter life, I crack jokes on stage at the smoky bar about life as brave child of immigrants who pick fruit in the fields of California while I perform my television show.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Monday, June 23, 2025
Brave Child Of Immigrants
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Orpheus plays soccer on the field of dreams while his mother picks apples in the orchard of dancing skeletons.
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