Restore Greatness Of America

Restore Greatness Of America
© Surazeus
2026 10 04

If I should paint the wide subversive sky 
true color of your heart when we first meet, 
the people of the world might analyze 
sufficient romance of my sacrifice 
against synopsis of the seminar 
to judge my brave sincerity of love. 

If I should find crippled crow of my heart 
hopping frantically across the wet lawn, 
the angels of the mountain might require 
visual conformation of my despair 
revealed by neon sign of vacancy 
that flashes intermittently till dawn. 

If I should hear the sharp objective cry 
of morbid nurses in the bitter wind, 
the devils in cathedrals might expect 
guards at the gate of Hell to optimize 
nutritious medicine of martial law 
that traps us in Nirvana after all. 

If I should see the glowing Face of God 
that beams from center of the universe, 
the grim professors might demand I write 
my doctoral thesis about poverty 
that traps the talented in menial jobs 
while mediocre fools run governments. 

If I should write the holy manuscript 
that prophesies new empire of the lost, 
the tongueless preachers might demand I burn 
idols of heroes from religious tales 
to cleanse the sanctuary of the lamb 
who rules through journalist integrity. 

If I should map whole history of the Earth 
that details how great empires rise and fall, 
the housewives in schools might demand I play 
games with children of crippled warriors 
who volunteer to count the treasury 
when priests sell them shares to the Afterlife. 

If I should decree new socialist creed 
to restore greatness of America, 
the lawyers in banks might demand I steal 
celestial wings of flight from Icarus 
so they can storm Heaven in holy coup 
to crown shy Jesus Emperor of Earth. 

If I should play role of messiah sleuth 
through rational performance of my heart, 
the oligarchs might demand I program 
new world view that excludes divinities 
to build from ruins of America 
new state based on equal rights in one law.