Platoon

I was afraid to hear myself
in a fake war went

Mother... I do not know who I am...

... What really is war...

... How to kill the rainbows?

... And how the Keadas to hug?

It is bad stuff here
night night dawns
dawn smell death... again
... Molten steel and flesh smells...

... And I to survive
fight
macabre death
to concede...

Pain... mother...

... Chessboard in fake...

... Expendable pawn to use...

... What treason unworthy worship him?

... A soldier and I...

... Somewhere in an arena mad parties...

Survive... maybe...

... I prefer to die
My brother from Main
hand
despite unworthy
to live...





Φ ο β ή θ η κ α ν 'α κ ο ύ σ ω τ ο ν ε α υ τ ό μ ο υ
σ ε έ ν α ψ ε υ τ ι κ ο π ό λ ε μ ο μ ε π η γ α ν ε

...μ ά ν α δ ε ν ξ έ ρ ω μ ε π ο ι ο υ ς ε ί μ α ι ...

...π ο ι ο υ ς σ τ α α λ ή θ ε ι α π ο λ ε μ ά ω ...

...π ω ς ν α σ κ ο τ ώ σ ω τ α ο υ ρ ά ν ι α τ ό ξ α ;

...κ Α Ι π ω ς τ ο υ ς κ α ι ά δ ε ς ν Α α γ κ α λ ι ά σ ω ;

Ε ί ν α ι ά σ χ η μ α ε δ ώ τ α π ρ ά γ μ α τ α
η ν ύ χ τ α ξ η μ ε ρ ώ ν ε ι ν ύ χ τ α
η α υ γ ή μ υ ρ ί ζ ε ι θ ά ν α τ ο ξ α ν ά ...
...λ ι ω μ έ ν ο υ α τ σ α λ ι ο ύ κ α ι σ ά ρ κ α ς ο σ μ έ ς ...

...κ α ι ε γ ω γ ι α ν α ε π ι ζ ή σ ω
π α λ ε ύ ω
μ α κ ά β ρ ι ο θ ά ν α τ ο
ν α χ α ρ ί σ ω ...

...π ο ν ά ω μ η τ ε ρ α ...

...σ ε ψ ε υ τ ι κ η σ κ α κ ι έ ρ α ...

...α ν α λ ώ σ ι μ ο π ι ό ν ι μ ε χ ρ ή σ α ν ε ...

...π ο ι α π ρ ο δ ο σ ί α α ν ά ξ ι α π ρ ο σ κ ύ ν η σ α ;

...έ ν α ς σ τ ρ α τ ι ώ τ η ς κ α ι ε γ ω ...

...κ ά π ο υ σ ε μ ι α ς τ ρ ε λ ή ς α ρ έ ν α ς τ α μ έ ρ η ...

...ί σ ω ς ε π ι ζ ή σ ω ...

...π ρ ο τ ι μ ώ ν α π ε θ ά ν ω
α π 'τ ο υ α δ ε ρ φ ο ύ μ ο υ
τ ο χ έ ρ ι
π α ρ ά α ν ά ξ ι α
ν α ζ ω ...


12.2.11

by PAGOSMIA EIRHNH ELLADA H XWRA TOY FWTOS KAI TOY POLITISMOY

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