Butterfly Wings Of Faith

Butterfly Wings Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 10 02

With thoughtless disregard for how light bends 
the water-smoothed river stone of my heart 
spreads delicate butterfly wings of faith 
to flutter harmlessly about the room 
where people desperately pray against doom 
that lurks as shadows in their dreaming minds. 

The young man with old guitar in his hand 
walks along the cement sidewalk of time 
in search for the best spot in the dream maze 
to sing his heart-felt prophecies of fate 
with vain hope that his words of revelation 
will wake lost people of the fractured nation. 

Cars glide by in sunlight of busyness 
with piston engines of magical flight 
that roar louder than his Cassandra voice 
so no one knows they have to make the choice 
for siding with the disenfranchised poor 
who protest when the government shuts down. 

Eager to vote for the eccentric clown 
who promises wealth he cannot deliver, 
millions of people in long winding line 
wait mutely beneath the collapsing sky, 
but no one thinks to ask their dead god why 
they must go blind to play the bold believer. 

Regret still motivates our social games 
when we assemble at amusement parks 
to buy and sell theologies of power 
in vain attempts to redesign our names 
derived from frantic spells of meadowlarks 
who worship nothing but the silent flower. 

Yet just around the corner of the church 
the man of wealth and taste in slick black suit 
buys votes from legislators with cold cash 
to pass laws favorable for his program 
exploiting labor of the common man 
who wanders listlessly in streets of trash. 

Exposing ills of our society 
corrupted by corporate power of greed, 
the prancing jester on the moon-lit stage 
mocks senators with ocean-leaping yachts 
who send assassins with rifles of rage 
to destroy the Statue of Liberty. 

Despite our earnest hope that truth prevails 
supporting justice based on equal rights, 
we always lose the chess game played by Death 
who sends wise Lucifer with Lamp of Truth 
to lead lost refugees from civil wars 
safe to the pyramid where Ishtar sings.