Call Me Minervus

Call Me Minervus
© Surazeus
2026 06 27

Call me Minervus, for I am grand voice 
of wisdom that writes human memory 
in tales of tragic sorrow we endure 
on endless journey to the Promised Land 
where bright Utopia of communal peace 
fades at ceaseless wars of national pride. 

We walk toward misty mountains of our faith 
with map of wisdom my mother designed 
to guide our way safe on the signless road 
through slough of despond to the pearly gates 
where oligarchs charge rent for air we breathe 
and tax our hearts for water we imbibe. 

Subject to strange enforcement of the law 
through random obligation of respect, 
I channel spirit of Minerva straight 
through tangled roots of heart relationships 
to weave new tapestry of our world view 
where every soul is equal in one love. 

Through shocking revelation of the owl, 
whose eyes reflect weird television shows, 
I wake soul of Minervus in my heart 
so I know how to unwind tragic fate 
that tangles nations of the world in war, 
but I am busy naming every star. 

Call me Minervus, for I hear weird song 
of ocean waves that pulse in veins as blood 
that nurtures neural network of my brain 
which conjures virtual model of the world 
in glow of consciousness I call my soul 
as temporary flame of divine light. 

With Harp of David nestled in my breast, 
I strum harmonious strings of cosmic spheres 
and sing enormous psalms of rectitude 
concerning rights of star-born citizens 
to kill intruders in their Holy Land 
with Sword of Justice dripping blood of fear. 

Though billions cry out to the lonely stars 
for brilliant angels of celestial realms 
to guide our way through maze of blinding greed, 
no shining wings of cherubim enwrap 
our fragile bodies of conceptual worth 
with pulsing shield of psychic energy. 

Though I alone survive holy crusade 
on ship of state to fight the great white whale, 
wrecked by fierce arrogance of tyranny, 
I come to your cathedral of glass faith 
as blind Minervus sent by Lucifer 
to shine Lamp of Diogenes at you.