POEMS
Γ.Μ.
YEARNING
Among the grapes and the borders
With patience
And solitude
-Day by day-
I fed my spirits the purest fruits
‘’I m ready’’ i thought
To serve my comrades
My lips were covered with the finest words
My gun was loaded
My enemies were trembling with fear
Thus, I met the world
…But it was evil evil evil!
And my gun was rusted
And my enemies were mighty
And my comrades were traitors
A catastrophe were my lovers
And my lips were sealed
My spirits left rotting in some valley
Carcasses is now my food
Sleep is my country
ONWARD!
YEARNING
Among the grapes and the borders
With patience
And solitude
-Day by day-
I fed my spirits the purest fruits
‘’I m ready’’ i thought
To serve my comrades
My lips were covered with the finest words
My gun was loaded
My enemies were trembling with fear
Thus, I met the world
…But it was evil evil evil!
And my gun was rusted
And my enemies were mighty
And my comrades were traitors
A catastrophe were my lovers
And my lips were sealed
My spirits left rotting in some valley
Carcasses is now my food
Sleep is my country
ONWARD!