Look at the Greek policemen
on the square named after a constitution --
packed together, behind a barrier
of shields, shining helmets, hands
tightly clutching the clubs.
Like a Macedonian phalanx,
bristling with the long pikes.
Aegis of the parliament,
a wall against the crowd, order against chaos.
But the wrath of the Greek citizens
like a sea tide rushing --
behind posters and slogans, with megaphones and firecrackers,
a hands-on lesson in democracy.
The clash is inevitable, the battle is fierce --
in the very heart of Athens
Achaeans fight for Troy --
muscles stretch, beautiful and furious,
the heroes attack.
Menelaus, Agamemnon, the Ajaxes, Achilles and Patroclus
against helm-swaying Hector, Paris, Aeneas,
Biased goddesses protect their favorites
and armor groans under mighty swords.
Chariots fly in clouds of dust
Iliad of the new era on the square
with many meanings: constitution, order, arrangement,
squad, phrase ...
"We want jobs!" is a syntagma,
" Όχι, Europe!" -- as well.
This I recalled on "Two Bards" square,
among plenty of books and their characters,
beside the two Birds, in tune with folklore.
In a foggy morning in Sofia
I saw them coming --
horse to horse, hero to hero.
in the wood of spears,
the bright sun of the swords.
Their clothes - like a dark cloud,
in their steps, wells appear.
Who leads them, my mother dear,
for the Christian faith?
For the Christian faith, mother,
for the name of Bulgaria?
Oh mother dear ...