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.
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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