Suffering Of Our Land

Suffering Of Our Land
© Surazeus
2025 06 24

The clear spring in the apple forest counts 
how many petals fall from dreamless hands 
thousands of years to cover our lost graves 
where ravens fly along turbulent streams 
with agitated sorrow of my heart 
that helps me break through gates of paradise. 

Encoding sorrow in weird images 
that illustrate the suffering of our land, 
I catch words dropping from the fractured sky 
and plant them in the soil of aching hearts 
for we must part on trail of broken stones 
which I transform into the book of dreams. 

Each sudden gust of trembling air foretells 
terrible storms that crash across the land 
and crush our homes and gardens with disdain 
of calm indifference for our fragile lives, 
so we dance wild with flames of ecstasy 
to celebrate rebirth of apple trees. 

We paste old photos of our memories 
on walls of houses in bomb-blasted towns 
to paper over sorrow of our loss 
so tourists visiting our quirky squares 
will see the charm, and not our suffering, 
though ghosts write our stories on walls in blood. 

Though bombs of oligarchs destroy our homes, 
disrupting museums, churches, and schools, 
our children gather in fear-ruined walls 
to draw charming pictures of paradise 
and write poems of hope with pens carved from bones, 
that channel ghost of electricity. 

While landscaping lawn at the restaurant, 
Narcissus thinks about his honest sons 
who fight for our country in the Marines 
till nine men wearing masks aim guns at him 
and chase him through the streets of paradise, 
then slam him to the street and cuff his hands. 

Locked in the bitter prison of contempt, 
Narcissus leads the nameless prisoners 
in songs of revolution against hate, 
but voices of their hearts for liberty 
dissolve in storm of innocent dismay 
till cement walls crumble into beach sand. 

In green eyes of Earth Goddess I can see 
millions of people yearning to live free, 
so I open wide the door of paradise 
and beckon they enter the Promised Land, 
so they storm the Gates of Heaven with hope 
to taste healthy fruit from the Tree of Knowledge.