You can not shoot me below.
I learned to live free.
I turned my gaze and saw the Parthenon,
and on the other I looked and saw the Olympeion.
They showed me the soil of my grandfather,
which watered with blood .
I learned to walk the haughty day
Do not ask me to bow your head as a hostage.
Do not ask me to hide my anger.
Now you will learn to listen.
You will learn that when the river swells,
the dam is the strait.
You will learn to be respectful,
the "subjugated" voice.
Now do not ask mercy.
You've never had the heart
to tell me sorry.
Now go and reap
alone and unhelpful in the afternoon.
I was free and I'll be.
I learned to live free.
I turned my gaze and saw the Parthenon,
and on the other I looked and saw the Olympeion.
They showed me the soil of my grandfather,
which watered with blood .
I learned to walk the haughty day
Do not ask me to bow your head as a hostage.
Do not ask me to hide my anger.
Now you will learn to listen.
You will learn that when the river swells,
the dam is the strait.
You will learn to be respectful,
the "subjugated" voice.
Now do not ask mercy.
You've never had the heart
to tell me sorry.
Now go and reap
alone and unhelpful in the afternoon.
I was free and I'll be.
Thank you that you spend afew minutes just to read this poem.
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