By this Scylla we are tyrannised,
We are protagonists, we agonize.
This is my Hellenic monologue,
My didactic logomachy,
My orthodox criticism,
My magic apology.
I apologize. To the ethnos,
This ethnos,
The polymorphous, the orthological, the philoxenous.
The ethnos which has no metron.
Greater than history, greater than dynamics.
Our epoch,
without criticism, without enthusiasm.
Politicians and their policies, stenographers without scopes.
The Charybdis of the Panethnic Numismatic Thesaurus,
The Ecumenical Trapeza.
Zeus’ anathema.
Hellas stigmatized, agony.
Kirie you are generous, you are gnomon,
Sympathise us!
This is my Hellenic euharistia,
My orthodox diagnosis,
My magic dynamism.
Problems and dogmas, economy, policies, methods.
This is my melancholy, my eccentric cacophony,
My eulogy to this ethnos,
Which has no metron.
Greater than history, greater than dynamics.
It is inelasticities, economic, endemic,
Our cryptotheorists and academics,
The themes of our acme, that I parallel,
In this sarcastic, ironic, didactic,halcyonic genesis;
That has been a barometer,
Our monopolistic metamorphosis,
Characterized by anti-economy,
Panethnically emphasized on a numismatic monologue,
My Hellenistic monologue,
Between apostles and criticism,
Without strategy, without enthusiasm.
I generate ideas, unhipocriticaly,
A chaos, catastrophe.
I generate a prophylaxis.
I agonize a diagnosis.
I stigmatize a history.
Based on criteria, basic phraseology,
Logomachy,
Between me, the ethnos, the economy,
Without politicians there would be anaemia!
Me eccentric, eugenic apology,
To the organizations, the Hellenic archons.
Zeus’ anathema!
To the organizations, the Hellenic archons,
Scylla and Charybdis, the Hellenic politicians,
The anaemia of the ethnos.
