We Feel Safe At Home
© Surazeus
2025 03 23

Home is the place in time where I am born
with each new day Earth spins around the sun,
so I should never feel sad or forlorn
with you beside me to play games of fun,
for though we wander far from our first hearth
we feel safe at home anywhere on Earth.

With eyes fixed on the past where I come from
I walk backward to the new home I build
while chanting spells in rhythm with the drum
as founding member of the Singers Guild,
recording tales of heroes we adore
whose mothers wait still in their open door.

Old bearded wizard in the forest grove
explains to me the past is never dead,
and not even past as our memory trove,
for history is the dream poem in our head
that we recite each night in feasting hall
to praise the dead whose masks hang on the wall.

On flowing water of our history ghost
we sail our boat of life on stream of time,
then feast in temple of the generous host
who offers wisdom of the ritual chime
while actors play dramatic roles on stage
in tales I record on the timeless page.

The future always seems invisible
while the past presents everything we know,
yet our own tale is still discoverable
as we resist fate to go with the flow
through fierce subversion of the ancient truth
now redesigned by our messiah sleuth.

Each present moment beams beyond our reach
so we record events as they occur
to synthesize truth our descendants teach
reversing roles of God and Lucifer
as tyrant overthrown by rebel clown
whom we elect to wear the thorny crown.

Though frightened crowd attends fear of their rage
at innocent scapegoat they sacrifice,
the victim resurrects as victor sage
who shelters the oppressed in paradise,
for Heaven is commune of equal rights
according to great epic no one writes.

I strum lyre and sing, wherever I roam
in mountains or vales of our spinning Earth
my heart I carry with me is my home
for soul of each human is beyond worth,
thus we must fight against cruel tyranny
to keep our global democracy free.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings tales of heroes in the feasting hall where Zeus proclaims his son Lucifer will reign as the new Temple Host.

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