Konstantinos Konstantinidis – Amphiktyon
Some memorandum has been signed,
that the Strait of Hormuz may open,
that oil may flow freely,a
that confidence may return to the markets,
and that the global economy may not sink,
nor the crisis deepen any further.
But for how long will it remain in force?
Will this newborn survive and walk its course?
Or will it perish before it has grown,
leaving us days of sorrow and unknown?
As long as it suits them, it will endure—
ask the Pythia, my friend, if you seek the cure.
All have a vital interest,
and the people, forever distressed,
wish that peace may take root and remain,
and that violence be driven away again.
Let ships sail freely on the seas,
let sailors live in safety and ease,
let the world enjoy a tranquil life,
and let hatred yield and end its strife.
Yet may it not last only like the rose,
and once again the wheel of war impose,
with Uncle Sam’s carriers taking the stage,
declaring and retracting threats in rage,
claiming that Iran will be brought low,
while uncertainty continues to grow.
Bombs may be unleashed,
targets carefully marked,
while the suffering of peoples increases,
and death darkens the roads it passes.
With “smart” precision weapons they boast,
they bring the war to the leader’s doorstep most.
Hundreds of thousands dead and wounded lie,
while funerals pass in silence by.
Their numbers remain military secrets,
lest the enemy learn the details of the deficits.
And for the missing, decades will be spent,
searching for names and traces long absent.
As Penelope waited for Odysseus to return,
and news from the distant sea did yearn,
with her endless weaving and unweaving art,
she kept her suitors forever apart.
The greatest battles are fought at the table,
where the victor strikes deepest, if able.
And he who begins a needless war,
often pays a heavy price thereafter.
As history may one day judge Trump’s way,
if such a measure is applied one day,
he found himself upon a difficult road,
beneath a complicated and uncertain load.
Now he maneuvers and changes direction,
seeking to avoid the appearance of rejection,
lest it seem once more to all who see
that he has lost his wager publicly.
Reality now begins for the Iranians too,
with fears, ruins, and reckonings due.
How will such vast wounds ever heal?
What accusations of betrayal will become real?
Who faltered before the enemy’s gaze?
Who will vanish and who will rise in praise?
And who will ascend to the highest station
when the accounts of war demand explanation?
He who began the war performed his own harakiri;
the formidable Bibi drew him into the whirl completely.
Now he walks upon nails like a fakir,
a figure both tragic and severe.
Even the Caliph mocks him without pity;
how has the West fallen into such adversity?
(13 June 2026)
Amphickyon
Major General (Ret.) Konstantinos Konstantinidis
Author – Member of the Society of Greek Writers
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