Poem by George Souris
HEROES
Amid the missiles and explosions
in their prime of youth they fell,
daring and courageous, bodies
unfittingly buried in foreign lands.
No one knows their graves,
no one goes to mourn them,
nor burn incense for them,
and no one ever made a wreath.
Nameless heroes in unknown graves,
no one ever wrote their names
or ever kissed the soil. No cross was ever
placed there nor ever candle lit.
One day a young girl’s tears
will flow over graves that
have become the world’s cenotaphs
and beacons of victory for their mothers.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 