Zywa Not a guest like a slave

I'm back, on my guard
in the streets of my youth
and the crying embrace

of amma and my sisters
on the banks where I've played
I won't leave here again

even if I have to fight for it
It is not in my hand
to die or to kill

No longer can I be an exile
a polite guest conforming
like a slave

I'm back, on my guard
in my own house, and you, brother
the oldest, you must be wiser

No king
can crown himself
at most he can be a servant

Poem 896
Amsterdam, 2016-12-16

600 BC
"Seven against Thebes" (Aeschylus, 467 BC)
"Phoenician Women" (Euripides, 410 BC)
1200 BC
"Mahabharata" ("The Great World")

Collection: PumicePieces 
Keyword: Freedom: 
Tribute to: Euripides 
Tribute to: Aischylos 
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