Blind Hunger For Wealth

Blind Hunger For Wealth
© Surazeus
2025 07 15

I wonder if I will be notified 
when compassion saves my soul from despair, 
or if I will be required to abide 
in strange land of the electrified chair 
which cracks foundation of our old world view 
to shelter our souls in home of the true. 

Subtle ding of change that alerts my heart 
wakes me from sharp shock of the horror show, 
so I consult the ever-shifting chart 
to find the river where my angels row 
fractured ship of state to the Promised Land 
where I enforce rules with my red right hand. 

Considered too weird for the normal play 
where every lost soul knows their special role, 
I build enormous castle out of clay, 
then cover its weakness with sheets of gold 
which shine with illusions of social power 
while I hide paranoid in my glass tower. 

With grand army of robots without brains 
I conquer the world of rabbits and wolves 
when I free people from religious chains 
and show them how the human race evolves 
through each generation of clever fools 
who design more efficient killing tools. 

After I defeat the vampire and his goons 
to free zombies from blind hunger for wealth, 
I build new empire on established tunes 
so instead of brute force I rule through stealth, 
contriving tricks that fool them to believe 
I am the world savior who helps them grieve. 

Eccentric spider demon of my brain 
weaves vibrant matrix of conceptual truth 
from fruit trees that embody tears of rain 
so I appear as your messiah sleuth 
with vast galactic eyes of flashing spells, 
entrusted to purify water wells. 

Afraid I will burden you with my fear 
and cause you harm with my aggressive faith, 
I ride into exile on the white deer 
to channel psychic wisdom of the wraith 
that would save my nation from brutal war 
because I just want to run my bookstore. 

When Midas steals gold medal of my fame 
and tries to claim bright glory of my deeds, 
I misdirect attention of his game 
to break his power with small apple seeds 
so we can dwell in peace of paradise, 
free from world-destructive greed of his vice.