Rule Land Of The Free

Rule Land Of The Free
© Surazeus
2025 09 17

Despite strange controversy of the heart 
concerning fractured cycle of the cart, 
I run frantically along the cliff edge, 
flapping wings with theological pledge 
to fall from Heaven and splash in the sea 
in failed attempt to rule Land of the Free. 

Before catalysis of psychic change 
transforms our world view too far out of range, 
I try to rein swift flow of history 
with tangled lines of hostile prophecy 
by excavating crimes of haughty gods 
whose arrogance the greedy monarch lauds. 

Since no one in the sky is watching us 
preen with grace so we look ridiculous, 
I build enormous walls for paradise 
because my lizard brain accepts the price 
we pay for safety is loss of free speech 
in hard-earned lessons hungry devils teach. 

Though we are nothing but atoms of faith 
in bodies composed by the radio wraith, 
I wander lazily around the lake 
to find the social treasure angels take 
which helps me measure centuries of growth 
encoded in genes of the sacred oath. 

Surprised by beauty of the sun at dawn 
that reveals I am nothing but some pawn, 
I perform my role in national play 
as holy martyr who forgets to pray 
in solemn ceremony of the dead 
who rattle about in book of my head. 

Regret for how our empire falls apart 
in synchronized gears of our starless chart 
compels my plan to sit alone and fish 
while everyone else gambles on their wish 
to justify aggressive fight for power 
till our bodies are devoured by the flower. 

Around omphalos of our spinning world 
as Pythian serpent of the cosmic herald, 
I dance with wild abandon of the fool 
and chant magic spells of the psychic tool 
to cleanse our nation of its bitter hate 
when Apollo calculates our new fate. 

Blind in the rubble of our crushed world view, 
designed as puzzle of truth from each clue, 
I kiss the Earth as Mother of Mankind 
who crowns me prophet with mission to find 
the Holy Grail of genetic rebirth 
from which I drink love with my natural mirth.