The Waters Of Freedom-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

I close windows and leave
Light every openly
Do not pass in the night
Her partisan in concealed

That I loved him I see
In the mud it asks
Few help and I give him
Also thus with I am near

It does not tease me that is foreigner
My neighbour poor
If it speaks other language
If he is or no Christian

I does not tease that
I do not have Company me it invites
I was afraid to be member
With uniform

I close windows and
I spit the black light that it explains to me
What is Greek truth
What is free life

What I loved him I see
Fanatically him striking
Free it only feels
When him it rams knives
Cop.2012-Sakis Athanasiadis