Thou ravaged bride of quieted schemes,
Thou loathsome child born of troubled times seen.
Hence forth into turmoils, anguish and woe,
For many years now your economy slows.
What dubious notions have you foreseen?
The lackluster trades?, A minus GDP?
Storefronts and workshops are nearly bare,
Your workers retreat from their own despair.
Thy harbored towns along the coasts,
Once so grand at sea and filled with boats,
Sail not since sure as they had been so renowned.
Forsaken so long, no work to be found.
Thou art the seat of civilizations,
Your budgets foreclosed, pending ruination.
Wilt thine grandeur exceed your patina and wastes?
Will the EU survive your desolate fate?
Whilst thou shall remain in uncertainty,
Forgive or forget for all eternity?
Gather round your own forbearance,
Your debtors forsaken, stand up with pride
— of your historic Greek nation.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2015 EWK
/// Reference for my inspiration:
‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ by John Keats; 1819
… John Keats was a classic English Romantic poet. One of his most notable publications was of the highly elaborate and idealized versing ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ as a deduction of classic Greek art and cultural virtues within a series of lyrical poems that were popularized at his era and was classified as an ‘ode’.
I have reinstated here; a modernized manner of my own ode to declare the disparities of the modern Greek condition.