Fight To Live Free
© Surazeus
2025 08 13

Electrified by terror of the word
that redefines stature of the absurd,
I ask the old clown by the twisted tree
why most humans never fight to live free,
but he just laughs and gives me juice to drink,
so I sit on statue of Phoebus to think.

Astonished by reluctance of despair
that modifies direction of the stair,
I climb Death Mountain to Heaven at dawn
then lie naked on the lush castle lawn
while people wearing fancy clothes object
to ontology of my globe map project.

Disturbed by happiness children express
by joining ranks of fame-obsessive press,
I write reports on how wealthy gods cheat
to conquer lush land with exploring fleet
so refugees from war can build new homes
in bleak wilderness where the jester roams.

Surprised by earnest passion of the fool,
I paint murals of heroes on the school
so children can learn about national heroes
who smile bravely in spite of their dark sorrows
then choose which mask of god they wear to play
eternal chess games on the golden way.

Desired by faceless ghosts on ocean shores
who call me secret name in global cores,
the Sad Librarian gives me ancient book
that maps world empire of the honest cook
so I can understand his sincere heart
by redrawing fortune of my star chart.

Deprived by liberty of dream resource
through years of discipline in the Mind Force,
I resurrect maternal ghost of fate
to rechannel aggressive force of hate
in project to transform our fractured state
to global empire of the caliphate.

Concerned by sudden blast of fervid light
that shrouds vast city maze in veil of fright,
I shelter crone of wisdom with my pride
against stammered tirade I try to hide
till twitching arm of my ghost self decides
to cage my demon spirit in sweet brides.

Detached from cantos of the holy cage
where angels prance obscenely on glass stage,
I linger patiently on library stairs,
unwilling to burn books on country fairs
where farmers gather to celebrate life
in tense peace after patriotic strife.

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Orpheus finds bodies of Jesus and Sad Librarian in bombed house as it crumbles into wild waves of the rising sea.

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