I will never forget that July


There is a place in Athens
Where the hummingbirds won't sing again
The pine trees have lost their needles
Their trunks, empty hulls of memories

There is a place in Athens
Where the cavorting kids won't ever tread
Where the grandmas won't lull their daughters' babies
Where laughter has been trampled underfoot

There is a place in Athens
Where shrieks of joy became terror
Where the fire locked people in a deadly embrace
Where the twins won't bask in their mother's caress

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A tribute to those who died in the calamity that befell Mati, in the Attica region