A Plea
written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou
I make a plea to you,
you with the tear suspended in your eye
and a darkened sealing on your lips.
Let not the dance of Time be lost—
though countless rights have perished
with those who sealed them in their blood.
Though our star-lit nights have been scattered
into the haze of crude uproar,
of lifeless lacquered speech.
This frozen Homeland,
buried among the vines,
has consigned to oblivion her lovers of the Art.
She sold her virtue in frenzied intoxication,
while chasing in ecstasy the fleeting matter—
a whore given away to whores.
And now she cowers repentant
disgraced within her hollow spaces,
weak and anguished.
Come then,
come and bring colors,
come and bring hope.
Come with force and reap
all that is old, all that is worn,
all that has stagnated in decay.
Come then and tear all down,
mix water and sweat,
and from the ashes give birth anew.
I know not how, nor when.
My poor thought reaches not that far.
Messiahs nor leaders do I seek.
Yet in the nights, amid the silence,
I hear the voices of the dead
who lie forgotten on the stones.
To resurrect the sacred things they ask me to—
the ones the zealots of hatred
have brazenly defiled.
Do not betray me,
you whose eyes are still pure—
do not betray me.
I plead with you.
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