Illusion Of Our Nation

Illusion Of Our Nation
© Surazeus
2025 06 04

Assassination of the happy clown, 
which always happens at the dawn of time, 
startles everyone in the ghostly town 
where brave shepherds cry at the fractured chime 
that vibrates from crystal ball of the witch 
who sees the future in my broken heart. 

Still arrogant pride of the weeping judge 
annoys the lonely raven on the sign 
which indicates which way the turtle goes 
to play with joyous goats in ring of stones 
that transform into square towers of glass 
designed to regulate passionate faith. 

Extracting wisdom from the foul swamp muck 
despite how doors howl at the math exam, 
I am determined to marry Queen Luck 
whose spirit face postulates which engram 
represents stone angel of my fierce heart 
when I spread wings of my consular chart. 

Climbing narrow trail in forest of pines 
to gypsy camp in lush Avilion, 
I find statue of Star Goddess Ishtar 
that depicts Mother of Humanity 
holding crystal jewel of the God Eye 
which beams bright rays of truth into my heart. 

Extending loyal worship of my soul, 
I weep that Ishtar vanished from this world 
though she assigned me to play guardian role, 
so I return to Earth as cosmic herald, 
sent by Sun Spider of spirit rebirth 
to maintain United Nations of Earth. 

Hungry for beautiful truth of the mind, 
I eat hamburgers with root beer and fries 
in the busy cafe where troubadours 
recount fantastic legends of great heroes 
who sacrifice their lives to save the state 
from tyranny of oligarchs blind with hate. 

Mesmerized by grand painting on the wall 
with Odysseus and Penelope 
feasting together in their new-cleaned hall, 
I think about my love Persephone 
who was abducted by the tyrant king 
who cut out my tongue so I cannot sing. 

Through resurrection of the happy clown 
some think we can restore America, 
but illusion of our nation we dreamed 
has vanished with factory smoke at sunset, 
so we build new concept of Zarathia 
based on Justice and Liberty for all.