Freedom is a painful word
full of truth, with fire and smoke,
a word beautiful dripping black blood
and that on the breasts raises sighs.
Freedom is not just an innocent word
that children learn in flying,
it is the courage of a lifetime and a way out
shouted by the armies with screams.
Only he who weeps is free
on a mast before the Flag is raised,
and when the wind takes her in his arms
a century through time has passed….
It does not matter to man the courage
Freedom to seize the past,
whatever history has taken into account
has washed them away in the century of passions.
Lefteros is the one who has cried
he who has kindled fire in him
he who did not count the joy
and who stole his dowries in time.
A monk does not fight in Greek
freedom wants many and courageous
wants gunpowder and sore breasts
and let the earth count many dead buried.
Only they inheritance will decide
to young children whose hearts are growing stronger
to hold it higher and fuller
as much as the love for the homeland grows… ..
DECEMBER 2021
