Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Life is a sacred gift to the living,
But it is not a free gift.
As soon we touch the ground,
The fictional turns to reality
But not without a price.
No doubt, gods make allowances for us.
They send air, sunlight, atmosphere
All free of cost.
Anyone who is born to the earth,
Finds these things aplenty, without any cost.
But life needs something beyond these.
Everything that exists,
Has a stomach,
Which binds it to the earth,
And earth does not believe in free ships.
You have to work so that you get
Something to eat.
Even trees have to transform
Carbon dioxide into Oxygen,
And feed the flocks with fruit.
Animals too earn their living,
By being available for milk,
For carrying loads,
And, finally,
Being food to men.
I have seen even butterflies,
Squirrels, rats, cats, dogs.
Who is there that does not work
For his stomach?
They are all on sacred duty.
Every object of nature is so designed
In order to be alive,
They have to pay,
And mode of this price is
Being available to support life systems.
Which life system men support?
Here the godly game goes haywire,
And tumbles into a meaningless march
Towards nothingness.
They create but confusions and live on illusions.
