(Excerpt)
Oh, bird nests oh nightingales
all the unmatched and rough
a motionless rock always
conceals the dead slavery.
When the last born will
slowly come he’ll turn into
a more fruitful offspring
with an always deeper meaning
a new nobleman will appear
with his broadsword
that resembles
the most harmonious guitar
and of the unfortunate man
who day after day toils
the disinherited who ends
a slave or a torturer
and whether torturer or slave
the unsaid and the unbearable
he endures the tyrant’s
fear remains deep in his heart
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Manolis Aligizakis 