New State Of Penury
© Surazeus
2025 02 02

Each day the dream mirror falls off the wall
Jamin decides not to answer the call
but sits in front yard of his house instead
to count the dead leaves that cover his head
so when thieves infiltrate the treasury
he laments our new state of penury.

Since children throw eggs at the White House door
angels never make ice cream anymore,
so Jamin salutes Death with red right hand
to prove his right to own the blood-soaked land
where flowers bloom from skulls of ancient gods
while devils race each other in hot rods.

Somewhere over the rainbow of false hope
Jamin teaches teenagers how to cope
with the fascist coup of the government
so they learn skill of psychic puzzlement
while riding carousel of politics
by parsing honesty with parlor tricks.

With close observance of the faceless clock,
which watches him from surface of the rock,
Jamin seeks to analyze state of being
derived from maladjustment of his wing
twisted by contempt for orthodox law
till he wakes in shock at the raven caw.

Each wild dramatic scene of misty vales,
that he observes on lonely mountain trails,
inspires mad Jamin with fantastic jokes
he preaches on stage to expose the hoax
of thieves to replace our democracy
with corrupt greed of their oligarchy.

With fiery admonition in his voice
Jamin shouts everyone must make the choice
to fight for justice and equality
or lose their right to honest liberty,
but no one hears him on the radio
erased by laughter at his cameo.

Mute for years under fig tree of insight,
Jamin gazes entranced at divine light
that gleams from Morning Star of dreamless eyes
in trance that confuses government spies
who abdicate to join his grand crusade
when he leads the Revolution Parade.

Hanging the dream mirror back on the wall,
Jamin restores government protocol
that should prevent one man driven by greed
from controlling institutional creed,
so though Midas destroys America
we build new nation of Zarathia.

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Orpheus kneels in shock before the Treasury building looted by the gang of thieves, and cries to blind Justice who was locked in prison by the tyrant.

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