“A Sister’s Prayer”

(dedicated to  the sisters of the 1821 warriors for freedom in Greece)

Brother! I hear your voice at night

in the cold mountains in the moonlight.

Here we cower awaiting the cursed Turks

as they rush through our villages berserk

snatching our best

leaving the rest wailing

slashing

burning …

Brothers! I hear your voices in the morning

not in mourning

but in daring

no enemy sparing.

Spring is in the air

we no longer despair

our hearts and minds fully aware.

His Angels are gathering overhead, 

like eagles they spread.

The moment arrives,

our spirit survives.

It has before.

Slavery nevermore.

The coming storm of freedom!

Eleni Phufas-Jousma