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