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
Copyright © Nicola Dyas | Year Posted 2012
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