"for an olive branch"
Leonidas of Sparta and my race
got hold of me like a fairy tale
in my childhood stories.
A fairy tale which embraced me like a
SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE
and took me volunteer hostage from then until today
until now, until the end of my existence.
I hid in a crack of His hand
I nested in His ideals.
In the light of the sun I see Him, I hear Him
and in the darkness of the night I leave my nest
I kneel silently and
I bow to Him
with a tear of pride
which accompanies me every time every moment
that I miss Him.