Don’t Forget Oropos

The father in exile, the house bereft,

we live in tyranny, in thick darkness.

And you, tortured people, don’t forget Oropos.

The mother cries alone, the trees and birds weep;

in our homeland night is falling, empty embrace.

And you, tortured people, don’t forget Oropos.

Penned behind barbed wire, but our hearts sound

Always the same vow, freedom and progress.

And you, tortured people, don’t forget Oropos.

Oropos, 1969-1970