Young Hearts Swell
© Surazeus
2025 03 19

After he finishes his evening meal
of fried chicken, chocolate cake, and grape juice,
Zeus lounges on back porch in evening glow
when the setting sun makes everything gold,
and tells trees, "Thieves destroy the government
so fearful rich men can control our minds."

When rich men attempt to enslave the poor
by destroying every social program
that supports their efforts to work and thrive,
the Freudian Fire of revolution burns
hot within beating hearts of the oppressed,
so they will unite to retake control.

Squirrels chase each other up and down oaks,
small flock of deer travel the neighborhood
to eat spring-burgeoning grass of new hope,
and robins attack reflections in glass,
while Everyman lounging on his back porch
considers how to save the land he loves.

When golden daffodils of timeless faith
bloom bright in yards of late-winter gray grass,
our hearts rouse from drowsiness of despair
at startling collapse of our nation-state,
so he gazes up at clouds that gleam gold
in the Maxfield Parrish sky of our hearts.

Beneath wild clouds of arrogant respect,
bold Cadmus strides across the horn-plowed field,
and sows sharp teeth of dragons in moist soil
to nurture generation of brave warriors
whose young hearts swell with patriotic pride
to fight well for Justice and Liberty.

Across the jagged mountains of disdain
clever Princess Parizade with gold eyes
bears in her generous hands with ardent faith
the Singing Tree that grows from hearts of those
who search for love too far away from home,
and gives it to the humble carpenter.

When dawn light breaks the darkness of despair
and Eos casts gold rays on jagged peaks,
we rise from sleep in Temple of of Lost Tales
to swim in swirling Lake of Synergy,
then gather on the shore to fish for truth
that sparkle silver as they dart in play.

Beyond the moral tales of propaganda
that trap our hearts with religious agenda,
we search for beauty in the spinning world
conjured by vision of the cosmic herald
who builds from ruins of cruel tyranny
new system of global democracy.

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Orpheus lounges on his back porch and ponders how to build new world order of Zarathia from the ruins of America.

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