The Fading Flame of Generations
Poetry
Published in
May 26, 2024
O, beauty of Athens
"Lockrates" missed you
You lit an olive lamp in the pouring rain
At that moment
when you blush you're depressing the cheeks.
Oh, beautiful Greek girl.
Beyond the sadness of waiting
A poet kept you alive.
But what about our generation?
We light the lamp with the blood
No Lockrates for us
Our lamp is burning in the wind of time
And Wait is dead
But no Lockrates for us
Our sorrows are barren
