Unification Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

‘Do confess, Cavour', ‘Yes, priest, I ask forgiveness..

When child I used to deepen grooves, to plant rise,
Thales and Pythagoras taught me Geometry, Zeno’s
student, Aurelius, taught me to consider it as one State
governed by a single Constitution; my country will breathe
when I die; I’ll borrow to buy iron for its metal foundation,
now I appeal to prudence and courage; all for the One,
so that we walk not to right or to left, but all of us ahead.

I broke the twines the Lilliputians had tied me with;
to diplomats I was saying the truth not to believe me,
I formed alliances with enemies; my dog is friend, ever.

Priest, forgive my anger: I picked up mosaic stones,
but I insult those not helping me to form the mosaic
for a new Renaissance of my home, for one Europe,
one Stoa of justice, of brotherhood and of heavens,

till the walls of Nicosia where I lift up my glance
to the sky reflecting its indivisible form down to us,
on friendly and carefree faces of people, my priest,
without watch-towers or border lines or walls.
In that ruined chapel I listen ‘Gloria’ and ‘Doxa’;
latin and orthodox faithful singing as one, I rejoice,
I feel my roots that they unify the grains of soil.'



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