Zeus stands on the platform above the world
Preferring deceit and worldly thrills,
Ignoring needs of his dear wife,
While he strikes lightning sharper than a knife.
'We pray to you O great godliness, grant us victory
Give us blood upon our swords' soldiers pray on their knees.
Zeus smiled as he nod his head
To the promise that would become dead,
For he would rejoice in their suffering,
Even though they saw him as their king.
He fell to prayers taking them for granted;
Still in their heart he would be planted
As they await the precious day,
That Hades would take them away.
'Zeus the great deceiver, born upon mountains
Lord of hate and deadly sins
Grant us nothing but you deceiving deceit'
Praying a prayer that would not be met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem