What are the Greeks to us
Or we to the Greeks
That we should weep thus
For them; our fate is mirrored in theirs - -
Our debtors too have died like this
Not in hundreds but in lakhs
Meeting death half-way
Because dishonour was worse
They too were called cowards
By those who have never been called
To choose death over life
As the world deliberated
On inflicting more pain
On a nation seduced like Circe
To live beyond its means
No one thought of what we owed
To the cradle of civilisation
If we had to pay them
For what we have borrowed
We would forever be in debt
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