HERAKLION

City or a parking lot?
Ancient history long forgot.
Cars and motorbikes
Where are the gays and dikes?
All on lesbo perchance
Listening to music while they dance.
Frocking under over stuffed olive trees
Licking the honey from Greek bees.
Tasting each other
Where is their brother?

Back in the city of the lions fountain
Rich blue sea and snow cap mountain.
Teams of tourists fill cafes.
Tour guide spewing visitors daze.
Too many years of history.
Can they see the Greek God's mystery?
After information overload
Boarding coach parked on the road.
Did they notice graffiti everywhere?
Greek youth are angry they don’t care.
Tagging walls on their name day.
History be dammed they say.

by Carol Vialogos May 26, 2012
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I wrote it one day when I was angry at the tourist who come here and may or may not be blind to want is happening around them.

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