N.
Lygeros
Translated
by: Vicky Baklessi
The
barbaric attack struck the pilgrims.
Or
rather those who hadn’t accepted the prohibition.
Our
own couldn’t kneel.
No
one had the right to prohibit the Cross.
For
centuries now our own honored it.
And
the lands had been sanctified.
The
continuity had not ceased.
Until
the prohibition.
The
barbarity wanted to break the continuity.
It
didn’t want for the path of light to exist.
Even
in the night when God lit his house.
So
they struck the innocents who were unarmed.
And
killed all those who resisted.
Rare
were those who made it.
And
Peter was one of them.
That
was what the Master of the arms.
He
hadn’t been distressed.
But
he could feel the wound.
And
each innocent was a wound.
He
remembered older battles.
