Translate

Monday, February 2, 2026

Sword Heavy In My Hand

Sword Heavy In My Hand
© Surazeus
2026 02 02

When my just sword grows heavy in my hand 
from brave defense of world democracy, 
I must find the place to end my crusade 
in our noble fight against tyranny, 
so I will face the tyrant with calm faith 
and cast him down from tower of his greed. 

Thus I will sacrifice health of my soul 
to save brave people of Earth from his greed 
by rolling stone of justice up the hill 
so power of the people may roll down 
and smash idol of gold with feet of clay 
that leaves his head lost in waste land of truth. 

Just as spirit of Jesus comes again 
each generation as prophet of freedom, 
spirit of Satan erupts from foul hearts 
with fierce aggression to exploit our souls, 
endless battle between darkness and light 
since Mazda and Iman fought for the crown. 

Nebuchadnezzar with his iron fist, 
Ozymandias with his jeweled crown, 
and Herod with his eagle on the pole, 
possess bodies of morally weak men 
who enforce dictatorship of their greed, 
tearing through institutions with mad rage. 

When weird angelic son of Tantalus, 
shifting deep in dragon egg of our hearts, 
struggles to be born from chrysalis 
of social justice in depths of the well, 
we unleash black dog of our revolution 
and beat our plowshares into swords of fate. 

Weak men who rage against machine of death 
with fierce intention to control the state 
expend intense amounts of energy 
to sustain fragile structure of fake power, 
till they fall exhausted in cave of Hell 
so creative work may blossom in peace. 

All mad kings grasping at rainbows of wealth 
collapse from rotten anguish of despair 
while clever smiths who design work machines 
wave aprons high as flag of liberty 
to design system of social exchange 
that benefits every soul who works well. 

When bloody sword grows heavy in my hand, 
I beat firm function of its sharpened state 
in plowshare I employ to furrow fields, 
and tend wheat as loaf-ward of the warehouse 
disbursing loaves of bread to every soul 
so we may feast while Phoebus plays the lyre. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus adjusts the plowshare and the sword in the Zarathian Museum of World History for people to study the dual nature of civilization.

    ReplyDelete