Mindless Winds Of Hope
© Surazeus
2025 04 04

While I gaze at the shy flowers of Earth
that bloom in the Georgia spring-evening heat,
I want to cherish beauty of wild Nature
and forget about the greed of mankind,
ignoring how the man who runs the show
is breaking all that we value as good.

Though flowers that bloom from soil of the Earth
may seem to be imperishable things
that mimic stars exploding in the sky,
I feel their fragile passion to survive
hoary-frosted nights of unexpressed anguish
that unwinds sorrow of the spiral whorl.

Ten thousand years of flowers blooming bright
measure rise and fall of empires men rule
so I must cultivate with stoic care
calm patience when our present empire falls,
corrupted by greed of embittered men
who grasp in vain to control rainbow beams.

No loving care can force flowers to bloom
for they spring naturally from soil of death
to uncurl beauty hidden in their seeds
as rich potential inherent within,
so, when illusions of wealth crumble, we
toil together in harsh fields of hope.

We ride our ether-gliding ship of Earth
to sail from Atlantis as towers fall
crashing into swirled chaos of the sea
with helpless faith in mindless winds of hope,
inspired by tale of Aeneas in Rome
to found new nation in the Promised Land.

Though vision of America we built
collapses into anarchy of greed
when bitter oligarchs steal everything,
we build from ruins of bold principles
new nation of Zarathia that bears
treasure of freedom and justice for all.

Through wastes of hungriness and rancid blight
we search for somewhere we can call our home,
but, though we settle on some river shore
for one or two generations of peace,
we always flee, uprooted from our garden
by refugees who drive us from our land.

Despite resolute hearts of hungry faith
that justice will be served with honest law,
because we toil to extract from rich Earth
wealth of success we deserve to accept,
time crushes everything we build to ash,
and throws our holy books into the trash.

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