We Must Love One Another
© Surazeus
2025 04 26

We must love one another with respect
or fight each other in fierce civil war,
Wystan exclaims with soft uncertain voice
in the smoky dive that radiates with jazz,
then glares out cracked window at the dark sky
where waves of anger and fear circulate.

Dancing wildly drunk with odor of death,
Wystan throws stones from old cathedral walls
at idol of the psychopathic god
who looms forever on high pedestal
above vast empire that rules half the world
with aggression of nationalist pride.

Crude spirit of dictatorship, that roared
eighty years ago from dark German woods,
though banished and sealed tight with global laws
in Cave of Illusions where Pluto lurks,
now rises from vast swamp of Washington
in the Golden Calf on the White House lawn.

Bright skyscrapers, filled with computer banks
that calculate stock market of our worth,
express toxic strength of Collective Man
in fierce competition to control land
sparkling with rich minerals for factories
to generate intelligent machines.

Awake from euphoric dream of world peace,
Wystan stares in mirror of politics
at mask of imperialism he wears,
and remembers his teacher in grade school
declared that those to whom evil is done
do evil in return through endless wars.

Standing bleary-eyed in bleak glow of dawn,
alone on the Brooklyn Bridge where cars speed,
Wystan tries to speak for the voiceless mass
of people stuck in strict survival routines
to unfold with bold words the folded lie
that America is land of the free.

Composed of Eros and dust of the Earth,
beleaguered by cruel negation of despair,
Wystan grips fallen Torch of Liberty
and relights with love its affirming flame
so he can stride through streets of honesty
and lead resistance to cruel tyranny.

We must love one another with whole hearts,
Wystan preaches to huge crowd on the Mall,
so we can live with dignity and hope
or we will kill each our friends in civil war,
so fight for equal justice for each soul
as we build new state of Zarathia.

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