Justice For Every Soul
© Surazeus
2026 07 08

You are happy to find the broken moon
in pool of rain outside abandoned house
where your grandmother grills demonic fish
with miso soup and noodles of frog brains,
so you pretend to own your happiness
when you stand on the porch and wonder why.

On the way back to the last town on Earth,
where children live in television screens,
we stop at diner by the factory,
where your grandfather made Volkswagen cars,
and eat hamburgers from dinosaur meat
while watching soccer on the frazzled wall.

You are not scared of spiders in your eyes
for they refract conceptual dreams of gods
to prove we still know how to make the fire
from ancient books of lies that preachers sell
because you talk to pigs about the law
that requires we donate more than we steal.

Time unwinds laughter you hide in fake books
because you watch the science fiction show
about the captain and his ship of fools
who must contend with demigods and ghouls
when darkness of autumn evening descends
on city of ten thousand screaming trains.

You stare at face of your first teddy bear
and ask him why he wants to climb the pole
where savior of the world hangs crucified
as if he whispers secrets of your heart
that unwrite centuries of holy writ
despite how you cook omelets at dawn.

You sit three thousand years in attic room,
peeling oranges for refugees of war
who appear and disappear in your ken
till singers gather on the castle lawn
in calm rebellion of the broken heart
because you want justice for every soul.

You hear about your father on the news
shot dead by agents of the government
while he was driving to work building homes,
and when you hear his voice on video
cry for help as he bleeds on the hot road
you transform into white horse in the egg.

You walk alone on ocean shore of fate
and ask the mindless wind why men must hate
people who just want to live their own way,
then you turn around and point at my mask,
but I have become you inside your head
so you map world where angels fear to tread.

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Orpheus composes heart-breaking ballad about the happiness and sorrow of your life which everyone sings in the church of everywhere.

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