'Widowed Greece' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

My Thersite died tonight
my honour crucified alone
no birds in the sky
gods and histories extinguished
in this ancient glorious land.

My country now pawned
fall to your death
with your feeble people.

Their sovereign took his life tonight
and my bitterness rose with joy
but virtuous youths are absent from this ground
honourable men wasted hopes
in this acheing widowed Greece.

My country of ancient hymns
arise and be one
with your own.