Butterfly Wings Of Faith
© Surazeus
2025 10 02

With thoughtless disregard for how light bends
the water-smoothed river stone of my heart
spreads delicate butterfly wings of faith
to flutter harmlessly about the room
where people desperately pray against doom
that lurks as shadows in their dreaming minds.

The young man with old guitar in his hand
walks along the cement sidewalk of time
in search for the best spot in the dream maze
to sing his heart-felt prophecies of fate
with vain hope that his words of revelation
will wake lost people of the fractured nation.

Cars glide by in sunlight of busyness
with piston engines of magical flight
that roar louder than his Cassandra voice
so no one knows they have to make the choice
for siding with the disenfranchised poor
who protest when the government shuts down.

Eager to vote for the eccentric clown
who promises wealth he cannot deliver,
millions of people in long winding line
wait mutely beneath the collapsing sky,
but no one thinks to ask their dead god why
they must go blind to play the bold believer.

Regret still motivates our social games
when we assemble at amusement parks
to buy and sell theologies of power
in vain attempts to redesign our names
derived from frantic spells of meadowlarks
who worship nothing but the silent flower.

Yet just around the corner of the church
the man of wealth and taste in slick black suit
buys votes from legislators with cold cash
to pass laws favorable for his program
exploiting labor of the common man
who wanders listlessly in streets of trash.

Exposing ills of our society
corrupted by corporate power of greed,
the prancing jester on the moon-lit stage
mocks senators with ocean-leaping yachts
who send assassins with rifles of rage
to destroy the Statue of Liberty.

Despite our earnest hope that truth prevails
supporting justice based on equal rights,
we always lose the chess game played by Death
who sends wise Lucifer with Lamp of Truth
to lead lost refugees from civil wars
safe to the pyramid where Ishtar sings.

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Orpheus prances about on stage in the temple where war refugees feast to entertain them with impersonations of greedy politicians.

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