What's goin' on, o..unique Hellas?
What about thee and what about us?
What's happen' with' e place ' no one has?
Where goes your, shining, stunning past?
Where's philosophers light, your beauty, your Gods, your science?
Where the glorious victories,300's common sence?
Why to my ask, you answer with silence?
Why so, that way, your whole...intelligence?
What's going on, why you in bloody hands?
Why you fills your transparent sea with desert sands?
Why you changes the heroes, with dolls and with rats?
Did a real mother, keeps her childs apart? ...
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