I Hear Crickets Singing © Surazeus 2025 09 13 Now that the soul-shooter has been revealed to be the vampire shadow of their fear they should apologize to everyone they demonized as being responsible, for we are innocent of their vile charge, yet they would rather eat dirt and spit wind. I hear crickets singing in the grim night when all is quiet in my neighborhood where ravens gather in tall creaking oaks to chat about fierce wars that humans fight over who has the inalienable right to live without harassment in this land. Their shadows gleam among indifferent trees, the people forced to flee land of their birth, as they wander lost in the wilderness far from the garden where they mothers sang before their bodies crumbled into dust that feeds the fruit trees blooming in sunlight. When hungry gang of thieves ambush Du Fu and run away with bags of food he bought, he cries out to the cold indifferent sky that sends wind to batter his fragile home so his young children have nothing to eat while the king feasts well in palace of power. Though nationalists declare this land is theirs because they conquered it centuries ago, and try to chase all newcomers away, they will exhaust themselves screaming in hate till their bitterness dissolves into misery so the rest of us can live on in peace. People from every land across the sea gather together in land of the free to share stories of their tortuous quests how they escape fascist dictatorships and join their hearts in democratic cause where every person lives through liberty. Our Goddess of Liberty still stands tall with Lamp of Truth shining bright in the gloom to luminate laws of equality providing framework for constructive deeds so we confirm our soul with self-control that sustains liberty within the law. We all dwell together in this great land, united in cause of justice for all as we fight against exploiters and thieves to protect each other through empathy so every person breathing air of truth may thrive with faith in dignity and love.
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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Saturday, September 13, 2025
I Hear Crickets Singing
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Orpheus leads the people in fight against oppressors to establish social system where every person is equal in justice and opportunity.
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