The Ruined Castle Of Heroes-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

The ruined castle of heroes

Enthusiasts warriors
In the ruined castle of heroes
Freskontymenoi with darkness
Do they fight with light

Blacks from the blood of the innocent
Blood running in the river of heroes
Bathed the immortal gods

What exists here
It is the hunger for bread country
Are stones throw bourgeois
In the body of the sick
To revel in the pain of immortality

Enthusiasts warriors
In the ruined castle of heroes
Do they fight with light
What exists here
It is darkness wrapped with gold
A scam that ends before it starts life
Where the bourgeois named creation

Every Good Friday
Grows ashes in soul
And this ash stays there
For days, for months, for years, for life

Mountain that hides the sun not to laugh, to be afraid
Why fear nourishes hatred
And I must hate anything different
To exist in the silence of the innocent

What exists here
Is spring crying
Any refusal is death tells you
In the herd unless you enter Warrior

What exists here
It is the chariot of extras
The number of aces, special
Simply malakismenon of the popular children
They spit eyes of history
Do not find the truth in the soil
And free light
Sakis Athanasiadis
book: the ruined castle of heroes-2015