SCREAMER
Written
by Konstantinos Konstantinidis of Amphiktyon
People
are aggressive Screamers and heretics They have a black soul They are sullen in
appearance And their nerves are like a string The Greek holds on to the
Screamer A loudmouth, a dancer, Zorba First in the company His enemies feel the
fear In his eternity there is no end Now, as before, they do not smile They do
not joke but shout Even flirting is now forbidden Of divine Love the
"bow" is outdated They celebrate Saint Valentine the ossified The
saint of lovers! "harassment" flirting scares the young and winged
love is absent They often bark like dogs and when they meet they fight in the
squares the children play fighting a bunch of illegal immigrants daily after
palm trees and branches they come ashore they eat and drink for free and commit
crimes cruelly the Government is busy with scandals hail... mother Greece! MPs are vicious and
hypocritical instead of solutions for the country to move forward with positive
our Parliament is a troupe, lies and insults and the Cretans with the patches
are still killed even on holidays do they consider these acts heroic? people who stayed in
yesterday The partisanship of vice the dregs their appearance irritates the
world the political system must change the generation of mobile and artificial
intelligence are they laying the global dictatorship without their own
responsibility? or Peace on Earth and global
Sobriety? Everyone now asks for a
psychiatrist when their soul hurts Psychodrugs are breaking and drugs on the
street and on the shelf Our society is seriously ill Crimes happen daily Fan
crimes are breaking children The police raise their hands Everywhere there is
hatred, madness and jealousy Parties on the model of the mafia Hello, vicious
partisanship that prevents all innovation Everywhere there is tension and
violence In our Parliament's "cafene" teke, in the neighborhoods and
in the schools The Ovri people should finish off the Palestinians And the
oligarchs drink the blood from the plebeians Behind everything there is
something to blame Some coal is burning our soul And it often makes it cry The
man the well-paid victim Now he has arrived in Athens 13 hours of work a day A
ticket to the psychiatric hospital or for a hospital everything
of course has its fee and the cheapest thing is your life Modern society is a
madhouse a restaurant the English have turned the Museum in the Louvre of
"Macron" they stole the crown unbearable taxation drinks blood and
OPEC pays for the air per acre Every moment that passes the oil in your lamp
decreases don't shout because you are in danger your life is shortened by your
anger Britain Germany in Turkey they are laying a carpet to the teeth to be
armed over Greece and Israel to prevail and the infringement of Democracy and
the Value of human rights and the geostrategic balance to make Turkey an
Ottoman Empire blatant injustice against Greece One scoundrel! girls of Turkey (29/10/25)
*Amphiktyon Major General Konstantinos
Konstantinidis Author, Member of the Society of Greek Writers
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