We are Greeks.
Greeks of bitter times
and despair.
At the heart of the sea
at the cross of the horizon
my homeland cries and laments.
We keep guard in this corner of the open sea
onto our small country. Our voice - centuries
that will come.
We keep guard in this corner and we are strangling to survive.
Our hope is grindstoned in our faith.
By Michalis Pashardis (1974)
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