Title: Oppressive Soil Author: YoungPhilosopher
In the Agora I stand In times of civic turmoil Beneath lies the corrupted land Of oppressive soil Today, Athenians listen, as I shall speak All from my heart and soul The people feel hopelessly weak Let us enroll in change executing control The wicked are rich while the good are poor Despoiling the man from his rights Greece has relinquished its grandeur Since the aristocracy ruthlessly spites The poor starve while the rich feast These elites indulge in joy In grief the poor mourn for those deceased And their lives the nobles destroy To the Spartans and Helots victoriously abandon every sword Abandon every shield and amour Triumph in this battle yields no reward Bloodshed does not impose honor We shall revolt against ruling so unjust Only than Athens may witness prosperity Until now we have no trust Only hope to find solidarity One pristine day Athenians shall rise With promised equality Causing the constitution to demise This is the immortal Greek Gods’ prophecy Comments on "Oppressive Soil "
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