Written by Konstantinos Konstantinidis Amphiktyon
My homeland, my homeland
sweetest country
worlds and places I turned
I have not seen more beautiful
you filths numbed, filths bewitched
and in my heart like a talisman I am tightly bound
and immigrant who lived abroad for a short time
I always thought of one thing… you
You fill me with great joy
when I set foot on your holy soil
no one has such a privilege
only the Greek race owns
You gave the light to the world
with ships and cultural campaigns
you gave it to the people
You were not afraid of dragons and Laistrygons
nor of the ocean did you be deceived by Mermaids
neither Circe nor the Medes fed you a lotus with medicinal drops
to become a lotus eater You have never been a man eater
with your Culture as your amulet
in your new homelands you organized your household
Your roots are Proto-Greek, the Pelasgians
deeply embedded in this rock
like Stork wings spread everywhere
you were not afraid that the North would freeze you
nor the wave raised by the South
you everywhere interrupted with hard work
In the four corners of the planet you took root
with new saplings abroad you have borne fruit
you did not break your ties with Hestia
devout pilgrim to the Fatherland
guilty of worship
Thousands of years and you still travel
, but you always love your country
wherever it is wherever you go
you don’t love another place like our Greece
she seduces you
Because You are not only yourself
you also drag your glorious past behind you
language, faith, ideas, morals, a small universe that for thousands of years you Greeks have created
without it you cannot balance
It is the community you lived and grew up in
and where you went she formed
When you leave as an immigrant
back you don’t leave the cupboard empty
your worn out shoes and your tattered jacket
you leave part of your soul before you fly abroad
and in your soul this hurts you
and like a hot arrow it pierces you
As in a new world forced to live
and from your world to flutter
on the lips the bitter feeling of being alone
this creative force pushes you forward strongly
From the city or the village
in the multinational thrown ocean
You too, as a descendant of Odysseus, must swim
and with your timeless wisdom to prevail
and to create
You have closed the homeland in your heart
and in difficult times he has her for your comfort
even if you threw a black stone you never renounced it
and curse poverty and squalor when you are gone
You also hurt when your country hurts
Struggle when the homeland is in danger
You offer from his backlog when she suffers
you always support her and protect her
and you adorn its unworthy leaders
Wherever you went you connected with your compatriots
on big days you celebrate with them
you took the iconostasis with you
and your parents love Alekaki
you built temples, you built schools
for your children to study Greek education
he gave heroic names to cities and streets
pages to remind you of history
A foreign woman like an immigrant enters the house
as a wife and as a mother you will lose a lot
he will do away with Hellenism
the “culture” the ethos of the foreign country to the children
will broadcast
maybe even give the child a foreign name
in “Hellenism” he will not commune again
like the language first
Greece will not move him multinational will be born a citizen
But the tree seems to be cut down
the roots also die
goats eat its undergrowth
In countries of totalitarianism
the immigrant is forcibly assimilated
they melt it and make it into a paste
his historical past to be renounced
otherwise they will kill him
Hellenism suffered many genocides
his gods he refused to betray
and Freedoms
“Everything says” the world is running at full speed
he will have a lot of filming
today is not the same as yesterday
tomorrow will not last
only the Greek has this privilege
good luck whoever owns “Hellenism” (8/19/24)