World Money Empire
© Surazeus
2026 08 14

Though clouds of revolutionary change
glow gold above vast maze of city streets,
we go about our business to maintain
social structures founded on principles
that all human beings are created equal
while homeless angels wander streets at dawn.

Network of water pipes beneath our streets
gleam with blood from the holy lamb of faith
to weave our bodies in communal dream
where homeless angels by telephone poles
prophesy fall of our World Money Empire
as Greed and Death play chess games for our souls.

Hephaestus extracts from caves of desire
minerals for constructing time machines
which we all drive on highway of ambition
in race across the waste land of blind ghosts
for who arrives at the Promised Land first
where Faceless God on throne of judgment sleeps.

Sitting at his right hand in castle court,
Jesus nudges Jupiter with left hand
so bearded deity splutters awake
from weird dream where he rides the Horse of Troy
in brave bid to unite nations of Earth
in World Money Empire of social pride.

Thus shall we deem the victors of world war
secret agents of Old Man in the Cloud
who laughs at fierce games of humanity
over who controls fruitful Tree of Knowledge
uprooted by brave investors to build
shopping mall where clowns entertain our kids.

Though Phoebus attempts to organize facts
in coherent world view that can account
for every effect from assertive cause,
which allows us to predict clear results,
he almost loses sight of his main goal
through messages from opposed institutes.

There never has been one center of power
around which all humanity may work
through common focus on shared social growth,
which leaves good angels homeless in the streets
where they sit on the marble steps of fate
with all their possessions in paper bags.

As President of our World Money Empire,
Jehovah plays golf in Elysian Fields
with Krishna, Shangdi, and Odin in game
for who will control hungry human souls
who labor to maintain their dignity
till their bodies fertilize crops of wheat.

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Orpheus aims rifle at Jehovah and mouths bang, making that old god and his golf buddies chuckle in amusement as war jets streak toward the Promised Land.

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