Hellas 1979 my homeland, with blood I write your history cities surrendered to concrete streets scarred with foreign signs in every building a bank in every corner a school of foreign languages every apartment a place of corruption wild kids on mopeds cars on the sidewalks uncounted hotels and servants abortions in private offices sick people in the halls of hospitals thirteen thousand lawyers in Athens drinks on the rocks and roasted nuts contractors on strike traitors praised collaborators rewarded narks recording the tracks of our agony before the commercials and after people wait at the cafe in the village for the immigrant's next money order for the next serial cop show for the next exclusive outlet for the common european buy-out the fish are dead the air is black the land is sold up bourgeois status quo and free enterprise and the olive tree grappling stubbornly palms branching toward an incredible blue sky for centuries and the pines caressing ...