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Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Fight To Live Free

Fight To Live Free
© Surazeus
2025 08 13

Electrified by terror of the word 
that redefines stature of the absurd, 
I ask the old clown by the twisted tree 
why most humans never fight to live free, 
but he just laughs and gives me juice to drink, 
so I sit on statue of Phoebus to think. 

Astonished by reluctance of despair 
that modifies direction of the stair, 
I climb Death Mountain to Heaven at dawn 
then lie naked on the lush castle lawn 
while people wearing fancy clothes object 
to ontology of my globe map project. 

Disturbed by happiness children express 
by joining ranks of fame-obsessive press, 
I write reports on how wealthy gods cheat 
to conquer lush land with exploring fleet 
so refugees from war can build new homes 
in bleak wilderness where the jester roams. 

Surprised by earnest passion of the fool, 
I paint murals of heroes on the school 
so children can learn about national heroes 
who smile bravely in spite of their dark sorrows 
then choose which mask of god they wear to play 
eternal chess games on the golden way. 

Desired by faceless ghosts on ocean shores 
who call me secret name in global cores, 
the Sad Librarian gives me ancient book 
that maps world empire of the honest cook 
so I can understand his sincere heart 
by redrawing fortune of my star chart. 

Deprived by liberty of dream resource 
through years of discipline in the Mind Force, 
I resurrect maternal ghost of fate 
to rechannel aggressive force of hate 
in project to transform our fractured state 
to global empire of the caliphate. 

Concerned by sudden blast of fervid light 
that shrouds vast city maze in veil of fright, 
I shelter crone of wisdom with my pride 
against stammered tirade I try to hide 
till twitching arm of my ghost self decides 
to cage my demon spirit in sweet brides. 

Detached from cantos of the holy cage 
where angels prance obscenely on glass stage, 
I linger patiently on library stairs, 
unwilling to burn books on country fairs 
where farmers gather to celebrate life 
in tense peace after patriotic strife. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus finds bodies of Jesus and Sad Librarian in bombed house as it crumbles into wild waves of the rising sea.

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