The triumph of Anarchy

As I lay asleep in rocky beach
There came a voice from over Aegean Sea,
A great voice with power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of freedom.
I met the parliamentary Murder on the way —
He had a mask like of Dr. Jekyll’s and Mr. Hyde —
killing me softly, without breath
a comrade blood – thousands followed him:
Politicians are fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
The people I want of freedom for,
Traitors of democracy tossed human hearts to chew
Which fights the political doom
One came comrade John, and he had on,
Like Peter, that keeps of liberty bat
His big tears, for he wept well,
Shoot the cops their political power henchmen.
And the little children, who
Played the fear in the corner to and fro,
Thinking every moment of liberty,
And their brains are unlocking of.
Pressured by the Bible, as with black light,
And the shadows travel in deep of the night,
Like priesthood with dressed Hypocrisy
Wearing gold vestments of lies.
Priesthood of politicians’ allies
And many more destruction’s played
In this disgusting masquerade,
All the truth, in front of our eyes,
Kill the Bishops, bankers, peers and spies.
Here comes our Anarchy: we node
Fire and burns that politics wants
No democracy of parliament traitors
Here we are, we here at last
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
Champions of liberty, riders of freedom
Galloping the truth air.
End of austerity end of payrolls
End of democrat Nazis stringency
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till we came to Athens town.
And each unconcerned citizen, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing and feeling of our freedom tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.

— © A poem by Emmanuel G. Mavros

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October 2021