Written by Konstantinos Konstantinidis Amphiktyon
My soul, you want to taste everything to learn everything
to bathe in matter and spirit you know good
and evil without getting dirty
You chased away the spiders of the primitive soul since you boarded the ship and signed on you removed the shame from morality you dressed yourself in the robe of aesthetics and put your soul in marble and in the cistern your works live on for centuries
Now you enjoy your freedom your imagination soars you don’t consider death because you are immortal your soul feels calm and untroubled
You want to steal the secrets of the universe but this he keeps them sealed and hermetically closed whoever learns them will be born a god and then the god will remove but this will never happen
The Kaveri rain as you passed in the turbulent boat you scattered your knowledge everywhere to the ends of the earth
Now you feel guilty that you remain half asleep some unfulfilled duty calls you and awaits you a light-bearer to be born into the universe You who gave everything for free you defeated beasts in their terrible men they set you up in the Shooting Range in the paddock you have poison from vipers and from galiandra you do a feat in your life like the 40’ without counting fear and terror
It is time to investigate yourself now Knowledge to create and Spirit for you Greeks have no borders, there is no end everywhere in Hellenism the crown shines so spread your wings and in the seventh heaven the sperm will fly
And when you are drunk with knowledge like the nightingale to sing To stop listening to fairy tales to spread the spirit of Truth of AI to demolish malice and to make good use of the Man the boss or AI the slave and the auxiliary staff
You possess the model of beauty with a spirit you were endowed with agility and you have become a copyist of Hesperia and you do not drink water from the source of Olympus Here knowledge exists in abundance However, it ends in inaction and your Culture of the greatest value and you keep it in immobility
You have everything in abundance to you only education is missing the most intelligent teachers if you choose your culture to come alive sensible politicians in leadership if you elect and not thieves and charlatans and traitors and political dwarfs everything starts from the stomach the primary concern is security and the people to be satisfied with food tied to kleptocracy the ati and the people will glorify you
The key today is Technology in the hunt the young of innovation the mind of the Greek also generates ideas and money this lesson the most beautiful poem it is enough for the civil servant to pull out the projectile
My disciplined soul you experience a life of frugality in today’s overconsumption you rebel and often when I deviate you scold me do not be deceived by abundance and like Circe, she makes you drink the wine of forgetfulness and makes you drunk austerity and economy are valid in nature destruction to the soul and the environment the new morals
Now you walk in lies you follow your Fate in deception with the global current and you hurry to uproot yourself and wherever you go hold Ariadne’s thread tightly so you don’t get lost in the chaos we live in and in the confusion you will need it.
Your ancestors who had wisdom made immortal wine and you do it beyond with every ruler you get drunk on the flute of the Islamofascist you are frightened by the fear and you run to comply like a virgin
The vine of your yard that has crisp grapes you left it to dry and you wander and get drunk in the West and East and new gods you have embraced you are walking an ugly Greek path from your roots
Wealth and abundance brought you euphoria but something is missing like a lotus eater you have forgotten your homeland and your ancestral home and she takes revenge on you with tons of nostalgia like Odysseus Ithaca of the homeland the sunshine and the seaside coffee shop
You left behind his soul in the legendary land of his birth and upbringing his parents and relatives he wandered, he found euphoria the stranger brought him nostalgia
Your complaint, every cry is a storm in your soul Every song of your homeland and every song a Vesuvius that burns like magma and in your soul a wound
Until the boat is anchored in the calm seas has the snow spoiled your soul? and in the sky the stars darkened? Greece, the homeland of hospitality, has not changed and the beautiful breast of history
Whoever can live in his own land and moves to a foreign country The fragrance of his life is wasted in vain life does not return the Soul does not forgive this as time passes his error will be punished finally the longing will win
All the land for the Greek homeland Greece a bright dot His home his kingdom His occupation his self His children his whole life The white color mournful and joyful The blue-white joyful Whatever your soul desires to choose Life is a habit and a blessing It is enough to have a good time and to progress To your homeland to donate And your village to decorate For the emigrant and the fugitive The soil of the homeland light and fluffy but also all the land a grave I wish you health from the bottom of my heart (2/12/25)
*Amphiktyon the Major General e.a. Konstantinos Konstantinidis
Author, Member of the Society of Greeks Literary
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