Konstantinos Konstantinidis – Amphiktyon
One murder?
Everyone in prison.
Two murders?
No one guilty.
Bravo, Lady Justice,
with your eyes blindfolded
and your scales crooked.
Two measures,
two standards,
and justice
hanging in the air.
One decision – green light.
And at the borders, chaos.
Yesterday they came by the hundreds,
tomorrow they will come by shiploads.
Whole battalions
will dock at the ports,
and we will applaud
our “humanity”.
They steal?
Silence.
They snatch?
Silence.
They kill?
Silence.
If you speak,
are you from the far right?
They lounge in Omonia Square,
and we pay
the rent of hospitality.
The people?
They forgot themselves.
Yesterday they sold Cyprus,
today they sell their land.
And when the flow swells
like a foaming river,
perhaps the native
will become a stranger in his own land.
The parties are happy.
Votes are votes, whatever they are.
And the ruler on the podium
speaks alone.
“Silence, citizen!”
say the microphones.
The media applaud,
the pollsters smile,
and the people count
the crumbs of their wages.
But the new Pericles,
Mr. Mits of the new era,
will remain in history
as the great protector
both of migrants
and of smugglers.
And Justice?
It does not see,
does not hear,
does not speak.
Only History
keeps its notes.
And the photographs,
like silent Furies,
will wait.
Because one day
someone will ask
for an account.
For the disastrous decisions
and the mistakes.
(12/3/26)
Amphiktyon – Major General (ret.) Konstantinos Konstantinidis
Writer, Member of the Greek Writers Society
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