Faceless Ghost Of Hope
© Surazeus
2026 06 05

Descended from exiled wanderers,
driven away by politics of power
over who controls bodies of the state,
I feel their passion to explore the world
that drove my ancestors ten thousand years
forever westward to the Promised Land.

Since I left Garden of Habaeleon,
driving long train of horse-drawn wagons west,
to build haven of mounds in apple groves
now paved over on Isle of Avalon,
I traveled ever on to Oregon
to find Dawn Land at the end of the world.

Where shall I go now with my restless heart,
I wonder as I stand on ocean beach
and listen to weird song of ceaseless waves
that urge my heart to animate my mind
with vision of Heaven we build on Earth
in stone castles that have crumbled to sand.

This globe that was so empty long ago,
endless valleys of rivers and vast woods,
now teems with more than eight billion humans
in five thousand cities and countless towns,
each person striving to gain happiness
in fractured nation-states where gangsters rule.

I hear voice of the prophet in the wind
who speaks with authority of the sky,
where many believe some god rules our lives,
explain how we can unify the world
in one religious vision of fair justice
for every person breathing air of hope.

This voice I hear I know is nothing more
than echo of the faceless ghost of hope
programmed by visions of Heaven on Earth
where One World God rules all humanity
which my ancestors conjured in their hearts
as they struggled to survive times of unrest.

New age of empires controlled by bank kings
threatens frail system of democracies
when greedy tyrants grasping crown of thorns
hijack institutions of government
to enrich themselves by exploiting us,
as mortal men perform role of Storm God.

Exiled by power games of thought control,
my ancestors bore Light of Lucifer
to found new colonies in the waste land,
but now I must join squad of Liberty
who leads our fight against grim Jupiter
to support United Nations of Earth.

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Orpheus follows his heart to the end of the world on a beach in Oregon and laughs to find Land of the Rising Sun on the other side of the ocean.

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