
Poem by Sissy Doutsiou
SAME LONELINESS
Same loneliness
same pain
in all the metropolises of the world.
Lonely girls wearing short cheap skirts
they bought in China Town.
Boys who beg for a few cents
in the frozen wagons of New York
where all the co-passengers with severed fingers
held together in their pockets
are ready to crawl in their apartment.
Skyscrapers and multi leveled high-rises.
Human bodies chained
on the roofs of the high buildings
as the planet continues its course in space.
As the planet continues its course in space
a vacant glance
keeps guard behind the window
staring at the busy street.
Loneliness is the same in all
the metropolises of the world.
Institutions, schools, banks, city offices
alienated mothers with red eyes
stay locked in their suites
full of anxiety about today
and tomorrow.
Civilization that focuses
in the satisfaction of ownership.
Loneliness remains the same.
Hundreds of rail lines of subterranean trains
ready to disembowel
any joy or happiness
as the trains constantly breath
our dreams die of asphyxia
in the endless paths of Wall Street.
Loneliness remains the same
in all the metropolises of the world.
In concentration camps of the migrants
in concentration camps of contemporary workers
their houses next to the gas stations and restaurants
in private streets ready for sale.
Loneliness is the same
in the morning wake-up call of the civil servant
in London
in Berlin.
Loneliness is the same
in the desperate smile of the strikers
and in the hope of the prisoners.
Loneliness is the same
in the graves of the anarchist comrades in Chicago
and in the graves of the murdered comrades in Athens.
Loneliness of the impossible
of compassion
of the slave who wants to rebel.
Loneliness is the same until we become victorious.
As the planet continues its course in space
we shall plan for our freedom.
As the planet continues its course in space
we are free.
Loneliness remains the same
as long as we are slaves.
As the planet continues its course in space
we shall plan for our freedom.