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Dedicated to Maria Syglitiki.
I dread to think of what Maria felt at that moment.
When the sight of a few adults begged her to stop
but the heart of all begged her to lit them at once.
They begged her in a last effort to cry out,
to shout at the top of their lungs that this is all they can give.
Nor wealth, nor status, not beliefs.
A mere life that is so easily expendable,
Yet so precious.
Eleftheria
Their hearts cried out in agony, in joy, in pleasure and ecstasy.
Blessed be they forever, blessed be their wills.
For in the face of danger they prevailed.
They screamed out crying, not whining,
Eleftheria I Thanatos
In a fiery display they went out prideful and virtuous,
carving their names in the pantheon of heroes.
So, cry out.
You, who remain under chains,
you who suffer in agony and in poverty,
you who suffer under the oppressor’s boot.
Do not fret in the misery of tomorrow,
for there is no greater joy than having died free.
Eleftheria.
It encompasses everything this world has to offer,
yet offers nothing.
Eleftheria.
It’s shouting with everything it has for you to grasp it,
to feel it and believe in it.
The gentle breeze of the pine forests awaits,
the sea waves washing on the faraway rocks,
awaiting in the endless dance of wind, sun, and rain.
They await for you, whom they had not seen for so long
yet never forgot despite the passing of time.
Such is mother land, it never forgets.
So, why should you?
Remember where you came from
and dream of where you are going.
As Maria, grasp that euphorically fiery feeling
and shout at the top of your lungs and to the ends of time.
Eleftheria
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
