One Homeland For All © Surazeus 2025 06 22 When I hear sparrows in the sycamores sing, even though soldiers have shot them all dead, I declare with endless voice of the sea that I support the people of each land against the oligarchic terrorists who control their countries with angry fear. When I return to homeland of my birth I find strangers living inside my home, so I listen for the voice of my mother but I hear rain splashing against the window and the bread she baked has become the land that forms the flesh of my embodied soul. When I search for my homeland in the world where my ancestors lived ten thousand years, constructing homes from the songs of their bones, I find nothing now but buildings in fields veiled by stories in books nobody writes that escape my hands on wild sparrow wings. When I tell the strange story of my life in the language my ancestors devised, I hear their voices in the lonely wind that scatters photos of my family across the alley of trashcans and cats who tell me of sadness with silent eyes. When the old wizard in the empty church drinks wine from skull of Hamlet with remorse, he tells the blind king chained to the gold throne that every war weapon he manufactures costs money that could fund the daily lives of his people he should protect from harm. When the sun concentrates sharp beams of light on kitchen garden of my aching heart, I ask the silent sparrows in dead trees if they will sing for us of victory against the tyrants in their towers of glass who charge us taxes to live on the land. When Ariel Spirit of Creation flies above volcano of my hungry soul, I design my destiny with each choice I make through principle of liberty to help the honest people of the Earth raise crops and feast though bombs destroy it all. When Jesus brings the sparrow back to life by breathing song of beauty in its heart, perhaps the tribes of wandering refugees may all return to homeland of their hearts though we find other tribes living there now, for Earth has become one homeland for all.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus journeys thousands of miles to find the original homeland of his tribe, but finds graves of his ancestors in every land around the Earth.
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