Hellene My Greece

Dragged to the rafters, noose at the ready There she stands the enchanted witch lady Guilty of laughing and dancing and singing Hanging for the crime of extended living Tied at the wrist, cutting twine digging in Shoulders back and breast open, ever the hostess Serving and smiling she gives you her wine Cellars empty now, its recession time Bound to the stake and the firewood’s in place Head held high, sparkling eyes of the sea Reflecting warmth and indescribable light The battle to conform deemed the wrong fight Her fate decided by politicians While she collects wild greens and cleans fishes The world likes to see her all broken and done She sips her coffee and soaks up the sun