I Know The People
© Surazeus
2025 08 02

I know the people of the towns and farms
who walk along the rivers among hills
then gather around pools by waterfalls
to feast and sing as children give out charms,
for people spring from vision of the land
but draw boundaries around where they stand.

We build our nation on our aching hearts
that drive us in the holy wilderness
to find secret treasure of happiness
based on weird riddles of forgotten charts,
for we embody spirit of the lake
that glitters silver when sharp sunrays shake.

I hear the people in the halls and streets
sing lamentations, psalms, and eulogies
to praise our spinning sphere of energies
that harmonize with how our wild heart beats,
for we emerge from pleasure of the sky
projecting secrets in our global eye.

I work with people picking fruit from trees,
that shimmer in the golden mist of dawn,
who wander drowsily on dew-wet lawn
where frail-winged fairies flutter in the breeze,
for we blossom from tree of sweet desire
to sing with joy in the heavenly choir.

Though we are driven out into the wild
from filthy streets of hunger-crowded towns,
we find strange freedom on the misty downs
where wanderers follow the holy child,
for we assuage mute horror of our pain
with dance and laughter in the pouring rain.

I listen to the lonely people sing
as they load bins of apples on the cart
while power of the kingdom falls apart
for we must eat beneath the angel wing
with form of dreaming that revives our souls
so people can perform their chosen roles.

Though we lose everything our hands have built
when thieves commissioned by the castle goon
enslave our bodies in fear of the moon
and whip us if we repent not of guilt,
we grow as shadows of fake god above
who kills the ones who do not give him love.

I know the people of the Promised Land
who pray for salvation to empty skies
while tears of sorrow cleanse our hopeless eyes
till we accept the honest helping hand,
for people dwell in garden of my mind
as peaceful paradise my heart designed.

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