Rage Of Lost Centuries
© Surazeus
2025 02 05

The sea is still cold with oblivion,
hurling waves with rage of lost centuries
at ground of truth we always believed in,
but no real path in the world is ever straight,
so I set object of my life to reach
distant hills that are exploding again.

For over one hundred years of hope now
our world of cities mushrooming from death
has been flaring with rockets of ambition
that shatter cathedrals and mosques to dust
for they were propped up with deceptive lies
that cannot protect our souls from the truth.

Red hyacinths of winter mornings burn
with frantic music of aggressive birds
that follow refugees in the waste land
who clap their hands and stomp on empty graves
because the last soldier to die in war
gave up attempting to write songs of love.

When banks and cathedrals of futile faith
stand empty along busy city streets,
we know the angels who came a long way
hold solid anguish of doom in their hands
after wandering in helpless woods with Death
while deciding what action to perform.

Bright bells of noon can no longer be heard
across the campuses of higher learning
where scholars write formulas of despair
with blood of angels on vanishing walls
that defeat is no word the young accept
when they go searching for the Promised Land.

The heart that gathers honest loneliness
sinks into swirling ocean of false words,
so we return from wilderness of lies
with nothing but the truth in open hands,
determined to build from ruins of faith
world empire based on liberty for all.

Dark evening gives bright river to our eyes
so we all follow our own river home,
yet gather confused on the ocean shore
all nations of the Earth in restless crowd
to seek guidance in our indifferent stars
till the darkness tells us how to behave.

Justice wears one single face of respect
composed of every face we humans wear
as we proclaim in court of honest tales
we are the heroes of each judgment case,
yet when I observe the whole human race
I see myself in every nameless face.

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Orpheus hands to students on the university campus pamphlets with bright pictures of the wonderful future bolstered by false promises of noble action.

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