Alive In Abya Yala

Alive In Abya Yala
© Surazeus
2026 04 01

I think I took a wrong turn in the mall 
because I am not in America 
any more, where Liberty for every soul 
is the sacred law by which we all live, 
illusion of greatness that vanishes 
and leaves me alive in Abya Yala. 

Inspired by the man bleeding on the tree, 
who grasps writhing snakes of hate in the well 
and transforms them into Runes of Respect, 
I leave cathedral of the vampire god 
and stumble in meadow of maple trees 
that flash me alive in Abya Yala. 

Alone on mountain of the Rainbow Snake, 
who reveals woman with stalk of gold corn, 
I watch butterflies turn into jet planes 
that bomb the ziggurat where Ishtar reigns, 
so I flee into waste land of the west 
where I howl alive in Abya Yala. 

Stripped of my wolf-fur cloak and magic wand 
by one-eyed wizard of dark Raven Wood, 
I drive my car from sea to shining sea 
home to where I was born in Oregon 
where Multnomah cleanses my heart of fear 
so I dance alive in Abya Yala. 

Broken wings of Icarus in my heart 
flap helplessly in hurricane of change 
when I fall from Heaven of Righteousness 
and wander Turtle Island without hands 
to help Onatah tend Garden of Corn, 
soul reborn alive in Abya Yala. 

When illusion of Great America 
collapses into shards of shiny lies 
because demon of greed escapes from its cage, 
I join free people of Zarathia 
to build new nation based on equal rights 
that fires us alive in Abya Yala. 

I want to return home to Avalon, 
then on to Lake of Dreams in Scythia, 
to build strong United Nations of Earth 
that renders equal justice for all souls 
who share this lush globe spinning in the void 
that beams us alive in Abya Yala. 

After the American Empire falls 
from crushing weight of xenophobic hate, 
we will build new nation for everyone 
who shares love for truth of wise Onatah 
who directs choir of equal citizens 
so we sing alive in Abya Yala.