O Eumenides Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

who chastise the crimes of men,
you whose hair made of snakes
cause a horrible anger

bubbling in your souls,
come, come running towards me
to my anger that moans as pain

tearing the entrails
on a woman lost,
blinded delirium and powerless.

The complaints coming from me
are so real, do not let my pain
activate my vengeance,

and Theseus, oblivious of me
and my fate this something
that brings death to a parent.