Requiem
He then stood before the throne of the king.
He laughed at the king’s tarnished crown and said
to him in a solemn voice: in the thick mud of
your thoughts sits the white dove that will lead you
where people live, let go of the rock you’ve hanged
from for eons, embrace the courage of the defeated
soldiers, cry like a newborn, nature gave you tears
for your benefit, the world isn’t yours, nor anybody
else’s, flesh is your strength and fear is your tool.
I am the forerunner of thunderbolt, a heavy
raindrop from the black cloud, that is nothing
other than the Übermensch.
Manolis Aligizakis 