Poem by Kostas Karyotakis
PUPPETS
As if we’ve never appeared on this earth
as if we still dwell in inexistence
darkness around us with no shred of light
men only in the imagination of others
puppets made of paper and hesitation
in the blind hands of Fate
we dance, we passively accept mockery
and we lifelessly gaze the stars
each joy a faraway land for us
hope and youth but vague concepts
no one notices that we exist
but the one who steps on us while passing.
Years have passed as if the intense
sorrow wasn’t in the body
if real pain wasn’t in our souls
to cry out that we still exist.
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