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Sunday, June 8, 2025

Flag Of Innocent Respect

Flag Of Innocent Respect
© Surazeus
2025 06 08

Waving the flag of innocent respect, 
I run smoky streets where ravens abide 
in lustrous lighthouse of the listless sect 
who measure misfortune of mindless pride 
with pure Promethean passion of the lost 
despite attempts to recover the cost. 

Blessing brutal battle of honest hope, 
I try to stop masked men with toxic guns 
who kidnap migrants still learning to cope 
with barbarous rules bland devil outruns 
in race against domestic fortitude, 
fooled by myopic monsters seeking food. 

Pressing backs against the prison-bound truck 
where tax-paying workers shackled by chains 
gamble for salvation with Lady Luck, 
we fail attempt to earn capital gains 
based on inevitable game of trust, 
twisted by language of pecunial lust. 

Escaping grasp at flotsam of my mind, 
spirit starved by disbrilliant scam of faith, 
I grasp with torrid talons undesigned 
at tender wonder of melodious wraith 
who sells us wishes forged in flames of fate 
for spells concocting tricks of transient hate. 

Recording heartbreak in screenplay of jokes 
that presents deeds of bored backsliding thief, 
I strengthen knowledge of the promised hoax 
with praised putrescence pilfered from fake grief 
by mixing concepts marginal to proof 
no Gift-Giver prances on our church roof. 

Issuing cards with identity code, 
designed to error emulated masks, 
I photograph auras through mental mode 
with tragic turpitude of menial tasks 
the wingless devil thinks he must perform 
to vacuum biohazards from the storm. 

Soaring across our nation on glass wings 
to multitask monumental regret, 
I valve strict surgical nature of rings 
to protect precious life of my coquette 
who rules curious castaways of fame, 
nourished by psychic glamor of her name. 

Brushing our fragile bodies into Hell, 
the thoughtless hand of God nurtures no care 
for spirit of the goddess in the well 
who asks me to accept her dauntless dare 
that must provide no alibi for why 
except what we invent with Watching Eye. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus draws water from the well to quench thirst of refugees from the relentless civil war that destroys their homeland.

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