Welcome To My Home

Welcome To My Home
© Surazeus
2026 07 20

Dew drops on tips of grass at dawn gleam gold 
with eyes of angels who gaze in my soul 
with cosmic knowledge of the universe 
that knows the secret name of my Gene-God 
whose vision glows in network of my brain 
with divine consciousness of holy light. 

Toward marble building, built like a Greek temple 
as Athens federal savings and loan bank 
four years before I was born on this Earth, 
I stride at dawn from the parking garage 
to map water and sewer line networks 
that service every house in lush Oconia. 

Dream world of ancient social energy, 
created by sun spider of desire, 
shimmers as web of interactive nodes 
that link each person across our Great Land 
with electric lines on telephone poles 
as cyberspace that reflects our real world. 

While I want to conserve state of his world 
as it exists from centuries of work, 
I hope to develop through careful plans 
complex infrastructure of roads and buildings 
to better manage reproductive needs 
which secures safe space for humans to thrive. 

Outrage explodes in hearts of honest folk 
when greedy oligarchs in distant lands 
invade sovereign lands with gangs of armed boys 
who bomb buildings people built with their hands, 
and kill innocent people with blind hate 
so they can control treasures of rich hills. 

Bodies of families, parents and children, 
killed by bombs of swift planes and rumbling tanks, 
become the soil of Earth on which we walk 
to plant fruit trees in new Garden of Eden 
that flourishes from corpses of the dead 
where we gather to sing victorious hymns. 

Their tears gleam as dew drops on tips of grass 
where eyes of devils glare at me with hate 
so I craft Wand of Wisdom from fruit tree, 
pull Sword of Justice from meteor stone, 
and forge Rifle of Truth from polished steel, 
prepared to defend my land from invaders. 

Zeus tells me I should welcome to my home 
all travelers, pilgrims, and refugees 
as immigrants who seek new land to dwell 
safe from cruel tyrants in castles of power, 
so when Odysseus knocks at my door 
I share my feast to hear his journey tale.