Cyprus
(1956-1976)
Silver-eyedOlympusstares solemnly
At his quarrelsome, callow sons, who rush
Ceaselessly from one rash confrontation
To another with their island brothers.
“When will they learn?”, he sorrowfully asks,
For he is powerless to intervene.
His children care for him no more; their thoughts
Are centred on themselves and their fierce creeds.
“If they would only see”, he sadly sighs,
“That their unseemly fratricide can lead
Only to misery for this small land.
By their unreasonable attitudes
They murder their potential nationhood upon
The altar of senseless, endless blood-talion”.
