Clarion Call Of Liberty
© Surazeus
2025 09 21

From inexhaustible stream of dark thoughts
strange mysteries of my blood spring as light
in dazzling fashion through innocent faith
that warns my heart with claxon flash of hope
compounding wild attention we exchange
about unseen danger clouding my eyes.

With psychic readiness of bleeding hearts
I hurl assertive thoughts of liberty
at sharp-eyed memory on taut hawk wings
while sweeping temple porch of dusty fears,
yet pause to touch electric beams of light
that pierce my heart with arrogant despair.

Based on hypothesis that death is final,
I play the clueless jester of despair
by prancing around idol of your god
which glares with rage at hungry immigrants
who bow before the holy mannequin
and pray for shortcut to the Promised Land.

I never forget who I want to be
though I wander aimlessly on the beach
to bury my feelings of hope and fear
in wave-polished sand of the Anywhere
which remain entrenched as mirror of fate
that blinds my eyes to road I must advance.

Every day seems like the last day of time
when all that is real crumbles into sand
and bright illusions of our nation-state
dissipate into delusions of grandeur
propagated by enchantment of hope
that sucks our blood to fuel its oppression.

Cruel lies, deceivers shout in stadiums
filled with believers who scream in despair
that all their long-cherished beliefs are false,
vanish in searing flames of fragile pride
when their world view collapses into fables
and leaves them stumbling mute on storm-torn beach.

When grand illusion of our noble nation
collapses into fractured fantasy
that blinds their eyes to harsh reality,
those true believers who have lost their faith
will hear the clarion call of Liberty
and gather round her temple on the beach.

Long after fever of nationalist rage,
stoked by storm-blasting rhetoric of fear,
dissipates in heart-calming breeze of faith,
we will construct new world democracy
that welcomes every breathing human home
to share this globe that spins in void of light.

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Orpheus stands before the crowd in the stadium, and strums lyre of Mercury to sing holy hymn that celebrates resurrection of Liberty who welcomes every human on Earth in one global family.

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