Idomeni, Eyes Filled Soil-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

Idomeni, eyes filled soil

Twisted and left again before 'customs
I follow the empty road
My soul running ahead
I cross the river to the heart of the forest

My Hot Air clogging mouth
I arrive as the train station
Sweat August crashes mind
By marking policemen with guns
San shouting what he seeks here

Stop the train I hear from the coaches voices
Crying babies sweaty hugs
Burn the eyes of the angels from the many prayers
They take fire that melts the day

The crowd slowly walking in lines
Getting the border to break
Someone gets up, falls, runs ahead
Costumes look but do not see

The sun falls dead on the mountain
My eyes filled soil
And I said tonight to fix this song
To get back my soul in the body