Dear Zeus, I love your daughter even more
Now that She decided to stop the war.
Could Her tears redress every human sore
In an age when missiles can reach each shore
Whether it is far away or next door?
Every city and pristine underscore
Can be pulverised as their ashes soar
Hiding the Sun and the stars to their core
Till no mammal remains to see and roar
At a past Moon and diplomatic boar.
Dear Athena, I am afraid to pour
Any shot of ouzo to times of yore
As you advance to the drums of our gore
Finding we had already reached the floor.
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Dedicated to peace and the ever uncertain future, and to Goddess Athena.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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