Remembering those killed by the greek democracy
We’ll meet again one day
You left with your head held high, the same way as you came, the same way I met you, as always.
I envy you.
-What is death?
- It’s like total darkness, with time you‘re getting used to
and it does not bother you anymore-.
And you left us behind,
with our remorse and our guilt
and our misery and our doubts,
to find excuses so that we get by,
and another day
and another day.
I envy you.
Cause you are ok, you’re always ok.
I need you.
To show me what dignity means,
to show me not to fear,
to show me not to compromise.
I need you next to me in the streets and in my way.
And to talk, to talk to me.
And to listen, to hear me.
So I can steal a bit of power from your truth,
a bit of courage from your freedom
a bit of faith from your values.
They say you are a terrorist.
It is true. You are terrorizing our fear, our comfort, our false appearance, our apathy, our empty gaze, our diminished libido, us getting used to the ugliness, our muzzle, our blinders, our handcuffs, the chains that prevent us from becoming dangerous.
There’s something we need to discuss.
Some say they choose not to act because they fear for their petty life. They say they love their life.
Others choose to act for exactly the same reason.
The say they love their life and cannot tolerate their life being wasted.
Tell me, can they both be right?