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Saturday, August 2, 2025

I Know The People

I Know The People
© Surazeus
2025 08 02

I know the people of the towns and farms 
who walk along the rivers among hills 
then gather around pools by waterfalls 
to feast and sing as children give out charms, 
for people spring from vision of the land 
but draw boundaries around where they stand. 

We build our nation on our aching hearts 
that drive us in the holy wilderness 
to find secret treasure of happiness 
based on weird riddles of forgotten charts, 
for we embody spirit of the lake 
that glitters silver when sharp sunrays shake. 

I hear the people in the halls and streets 
sing lamentations, psalms, and eulogies 
to praise our spinning sphere of energies 
that harmonize with how our wild heart beats, 
for we emerge from pleasure of the sky 
projecting secrets in our global eye. 

I work with people picking fruit from trees, 
that shimmer in the golden mist of dawn, 
who wander drowsily on dew-wet lawn 
where frail-winged fairies flutter in the breeze, 
for we blossom from tree of sweet desire 
to sing with joy in the heavenly choir. 

Though we are driven out into the wild 
from filthy streets of hunger-crowded towns, 
we find strange freedom on the misty downs 
where wanderers follow the holy child, 
for we assuage mute horror of our pain 
with dance and laughter in the pouring rain. 

I listen to the lonely people sing 
as they load bins of apples on the cart 
while power of the kingdom falls apart 
for we must eat beneath the angel wing 
with form of dreaming that revives our souls 
so people can perform their chosen roles. 

Though we lose everything our hands have built 
when thieves commissioned by the castle goon 
enslave our bodies in fear of the moon 
and whip us if we repent not of guilt, 
we grow as shadows of fake god above 
who kills the ones who do not give him love. 

I know the people of the Promised Land 
who pray for salvation to empty skies 
while tears of sorrow cleanse our hopeless eyes 
till we accept the honest helping hand, 
for people dwell in garden of my mind 
as peaceful paradise my heart designed. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus writes a book about the many interesting people of the world he knows.

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