FISH IN A GLASS

 FISH IN A GLASS

Written by Konstantinos Konstantinidis of Amphictyon Now that Nature is fragrant Our soul is blackening and emptying Once we too were running with the passion of youth the days of old age had been spent in debauchery in a moment it disappeared like a shadow like Don Quixote we do not even think about old age The very old man and the old lady do not want compassion we have had enough of thick and cold words Society knows something that shows us contempt These people will soon set sail for Alonia on the ship of Hermes for the Marble Islands Friends, acquaintances and relatives each one is fighting his own battle in a world that changes and the powerful reshape it Only the Tax Office and Banks remember us and never lose And they will write us to the other world of apanou We will receive letters in Hades It is impossible to read them there because there is darkness And then fines will be imposed on our children On our grandchildren and great-grandchildren Instead of helping us electronically a little they threaten us with a finger How in life can you feel the jewel? When the ancient Palestinian Achaean is bombarded by Ovrios and the rifle is leveling Gaza And the international community is not moved, does not protest, but has come to terms with the destroyer does it suck and cover it up? Both he and we changed our religion by external imposition There exterminating Scythian cities were set up The first Concentration Camp of the whole Earth And he and we coincidentally? Do we accept genocides, is DNA the cause? Someone wants to erase us from history, them with fire And us with threats, possessions, memoranda and now relics In our great society No one speaks for the old and the old man Nor does he speak for the weak And the monotonous sermons of religions Similarly sound with whining No one is fooled anymore, and when they eat they don't talk I'm also tired of the internet liars Every moment changes, bans and "Googlers", women show their bodies It's full of scammers, pedophiles and storytellers A means of silencing thought in the mute and without fanfare With artificial intelligence we will have horrors Glory to our new Society The technology You kill the man from your office with a "drone" You pollute the environment and pretend to save it You demolish and level hospitals You don't give an account to anyone You kill, burn, vandalize, impose unimaginable taxes and there is chaos And modern man unmovedly acrobats Without Virtue, Prudence and Shame Into chaos straight to the cliff At the last moment, by some miracle, he will be saved A world, cruel, merciless, rough, emerges recently Two huge complications of his ship ate the bottom Everyone is now swimming without a life jacket in great depth A world that has profit as its only desire and passion And while he pretends to be a Christian Kerdoos Hermes adores her immensely In this world for old age there is no place and in cities in particular They look like a plant in the middle of the asphalt that grew illegally from a seed However, there is Dimitris and every volunteer assistant elder He helps me electronically at home whenever I have asked him to I thank Mrs. "Mari" from the bottom of my heart, but financially I have some reserves Her good and only heart brings me abundance The world has always been the same, neither good nor bad Sometimes it is soft and sometimes hard Man like a fish in the internet bowl With ample light, often in midnight conditions A viewer and a controlled one at the same time and visible from everywhere. The future of technology This road has no turning back (20/4/25)