Christmas Eve, but fear,
doubt and loneliness linger
from the next door neighbor,
in the alleys of the monstrous city that counts
among the moldy bricks
and in overturned trash cans.
Elsewhere Santa Claus is full of valleys,
with a big bag on his back
enter and exit the chimneys of smoking houses,
and elsewhere hands rosy and dirty,
spread out with a plea for a steal piece of bread
and a drop of clean water.
Oh, what a tremendous hypocrisy that unfolds
between the bank and a lonely bench
with a tenant wrapped in a blanket
dirty old and full of holes !!!!
The city is spreading slowly and wounded
in the hands of the geniuses who raise it
and raise it dangerously
and at the request of the desperate
to mark the end of this tumultuous year as well
which marked the rich and the poor.
What a supplication, what a wish and what a curse accompanied ever
to share hope fairly and equally?
How many favors we did to the destitute
and how many are full and fled away ?
and tears on the cheeks that burn from the cold
and the snow that pierces the desperate wearing old shoes.
And we pass by throwing an eyelid
with a little bit of sadness inside and we continue on our way
to buy the rest of the goods that went into the discounts …
But the torment is endless
within this vast state
with huge buildings hiding human wounds
with mastery in their basements and those high peaks.
What is Man you wonder
walking on the wide sidewalks
which is full of people and full of loneliness.!
Many do not feel the jolt either
walking hypnotized and saturated
from the noise of the city.
Christmas, waking you up for a few days
until they pass
and then return to the luxury of your loneliness
recalling and counting the wounds you were able to close
during this holiday season.
Maybe you should blame yourself
and judge yourself for participating in the crime
of the death of the innocence?
How long will you deny the responsibilities?
for the downstream of this Humanity
that without you knowing it they loaded it on your back?
Make a stop at the speed that is dizzyingly transporting you
in an empty and meaningless world
do you have time to taste
a smile of a small child
or a caress from a person you do not know.
Catch and taste of the sugar
which exists neither on earth nor in heaven,
but be careful,
not more than a teaspoon.
Fill your soul a little,
emptied of smiles and mint
in the corners of this world
that the savage usurers destroyed you.
Your fear is their weapon
and use it in an excellent way
to have you tied to the plow of their greed.
Do not let another Christmas go to waste,
do not be left in the curse that you are not responsible …
This city that filled you with emotions still exists.
Walk it from the edge to the beginning.
Do not overlook sadness
for the sake of the greedy who wronged you.
Give a little meaning to the tired sighs
lying on the dirty benches in the square.
Feel the cause and the excuse at last
of why you succeeded and came to this earth,
that you never stepped on with a full foot
and with your mind free from misery ……………
KOSTAS D. KATEHIS