They betrayed virtue and the last came first. <br />With money the heart is taken and the friend is appraised. <br />If once it was shimmering in the mind, in the eyes, in everything, <br />life is already dark and unfeasible like a legend, <br />it's bitterness on the lip. <br /> <br />Deep Night. With a spirit full of rage I pushed the bed. <br />I opened the cobweb-filled rooms. No <br />hope. From the window, I saw the shadow <br />of the last passer-by. And I shouted in the peacefulness: <br />'Misery!' <br /> <br />The awful word with fire was written in the sky. <br />Trees are pointing at it, stars are looking it, <br />the houses have it for a sign and they are graves, <br />even the dogs must have heard it and are howling: <br />Men do not listen<br /><br />Kostas Karyotakis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-betrayed-virtue-and-the-last-came-first/
