A new day dawns
We slept as humans
We woke up pawns
The rich will feast
Upon the poor
When life is so filthy
Death seems so pure
Νέα μέρα ξημερώνει
Όποιος κοιμήθηκε άνθρωπος
Ξύπνησε πιόνι
Οι πλούσιοι θα τραφούν
Με τις σάρκες των φτωχών
Βρώμικη των ζώντων η ζωή
Καθάρια εκείνη των νεκρών
A very perceptive write. Yes, when life is so filthy death seems so pure. So true. A brilliant poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said, Kostas! Neither rich nor poor escape the Reaper.