Homeland From Cardboard-Sakis Athanasiadis Poem by sakis athanasiadis Grecce

In the end of street in 'cardboard
Sleeps Paris and Helen is cold
In his body has instead of sheet
Newspaper but the cold bites

In the end of street their horns dirty reasons
Strike electricity the eyes they break
In the end of street in night the door

In anymore lot you will sell me
Homeless be but Star in the news
In 'cardboard if it should I live
without sound I can speak

For anymore homeland you speak to me
After also caste you have sold him
After in Tria the light you have extinguished
For this homeland to me you will speak

In the end of street in night the door
The crowd thickens extinguishes without electricity
Their house a all cardboard
Strike the horns their soul be cold
Cop.2011 Sakis athanasiadis