Our Strength to continue sometimes wanes
The struggle against time and crime remains
Where can we go to regain the will to continue?
We look to those amazing sculptures to renew
That other force beyond our own, buried deep
In those ancient stones, which speak of that lost era
of beauty kept, revealed by all who can explain
Why those fragments must return to their origin.
Pulling us to return and yet again proclaim
To bring them back to the place where they
Were made, hewed from the marble of the plains.
Rich Pentelic Marble, worked by simple craftsmen
People of no names but all did their best to honour
Their cities glory, it is not just those recorded glories
Which gives those stones a presence of being still
But the collective voice of the whole peoples
who worked and died to see the temple built.
To the Parthenon we allow ourselves to see
And feel the strength of antiquity
The Parthenon is not just for you and me but an icon
For a whole civilization one adopted by many nations.
So here is our fortitude explained so return to proclaim
Why those fragments must be returned to the scared hill
The Acropolis of Athens and why they belong nowhere else.
Interesting article: http://www.miningreece.com/mining-greece/mining-history/the-marbles-of-parthenon/
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Parthenon Marbles
PoésieParthenon Marbles Debate and support of the reunification of the cultural heritage of Greece.
