Staring At Freedom Is Bad

Το πρώτο μου ποίημα στα Αγγλικά...

Enough we suffered
all those who governed
through ages of pain
letting truth and love drain.

Change they want us to believe in
a change full of lies within
where promises remain fake
only for their own sake.

No, they will not stop
until they reach the top
'cause they're skilled at hiding
and used to biting.

They don't feel the sorrow
they don't care about tomorrow.
As greed is powerful
then kills anything colourful.

Let them kill, let them slay
but get out of their way
till we find that one source
of the power to enforce
our own struggle...

A struggle to death
making it worth of every breath.
Battling for lost dignity
seeking some kind of infinity.

Never let go...
Never let them grow...
Go on them hard...
Feeling the poem of thy bard...

Gravel with blood, bleeding torn hearts...