My Sister in Pain

The goddess of hunting
demands a girl to avenge a deer.
A sacred deer killed by a king.
Poor deer, foolish king!
Wait! Artemis – Goddess of women,
children, freedom – the moon!
Would do such a thing?? Hmm…
The king sends to his queen
To prepare their daughter:
A young bride for the first hero.
Surprise: The father stabbed her, blessed by a priest,
For the sake of good winds to set sail for a war.
For the sake of good winds to set sail for a war?

Who would believe such nightmares?
Allow them to enter their brain?
Plug you ears and you heart! Plug!
And try to stay sane!

I could not
Nor could my sister in pain
I did not imagine we’d suffer the same:
Shame! Shame! Shame!

Tears in his eyes and a knife in his hand,
A mother outraging, foolish king!
No one of his men, poor boys, sent to Troy,
Is able to move, is eager to watch.
No wind, no wind and no mercy.
No wind and no mercy.
Should I believe in his tears?
Pity the guys, who stupidly
stare on the ground?
Should I believe that the goddess
Of women, children, freedom – the moon
In the very last moment
changed the girl for a deer?
Blow wind! Come, mercy?!

Who could believe such fairytales?
Allow them to daze your brain?
Plug your ears against lies! Plug!
But still try to stay sane…

I could not
Nor could my sister in pain
I did not
Imagine we’d suffer the same,
Shame! Shame!
But not ours.
Oh, not ours!
It’s your shame!
Reckless men, wicked priests,
Foolish kings!

It’s your shame!
It’s your shame!