Ionia
Smyrna was burned ferociously
they slaughtered and they maimed
they ' ve taken Ionia
but our roots remain.
She still waits silently
to crack a gentle smile
to touch the hand that made her
and spit out the bile.
Affable like a pleasant nymph
will dance with flair and grace
having received in her arms
the true Hellenic race.
Nereids and demigods
will beautify her shores
a new beginning, a new turn
the spirits will rise and soar.
Come out of oblivion
and look in every source
do not forget, my dear Greek
what is yours, is yours.
constantine zygouris
