Walls Of Our Sacrifice

Walls Of Our Sacrifice
© Surazeus
2025 07 03

Look in my heart and you will find the road 
that leads to garden we build with our hands 
where children of our devotion play free, 
safe inside strong walls of our sacrifice, 
till gangs of thugs bearing rifles of fear 
storm our paradise to control our dreams. 

Water flows as rivers in winding curves 
down mountains, across plains, and out to sea, 
so I follow the birds soaring on wind 
where people gathered in towns on the shore 
share feast from harvest of their daily work 
and sing the stories of their bitter lives. 

Though we may settle on the river shore 
to build houses with gardens by the road, 
we only stay to raise our children well 
for several generations of new souls 
till we continue down the signless road 
for we are nomads that flow with the rivers. 

Our journey ever onward toward the sun 
is sacred way of living we observe, 
forever walking with joy and despair 
to find our Promised Land beyond the hills 
that shimmers as illusion of world peace 
which always vanishes as we approach. 

True destination of our chosen fate 
gleams ever distantly in half-seen dreams 
so we bring light into the grotto cave 
to bake bread with gold barley of the field, 
then paint the story of our endless quest 
with blood of the lamb on the gemless wall. 

We carve from stone of possibility 
idols of our heroes with dream-bright eyes 
who lead us through the waste land of despair, 
but we pass on down winding roads of hope 
and leave their statues in the cave of faith 
with our broken hearts beating in their hands. 

On journey of our feet to find our home 
we stumble in secret valley of truth 
where horses graze among apricot trees, 
so after we dwell there ten thousand years 
we leave that hidden paradise behind, 
yet keep its true name secret from rich men. 

When you arrive at my home on the river 
you will see that I have stood on this spot 
one hundred million years of flowing time 
with my heart blooming under the vast sky, 
for I am dazed by beauty of this world 
that returns after wars destroy our homes.