CHRISTMAS IN PRISON
The day before Christmas alone in my cell
With blooded heart and empty my soul
This day in my consideration is bringing the past
The years which I had pasted somehow happy.
Now I am waking the Christmas day
And they are having me inside my cell double-stored.
For years I am living in prison without joy and gifts
What I would and I was born and I came to this country!
Christmas day without joy and my heart is having pain
And I have got to pass the road Golgotha.
Keep, my heart, your pains and this tyranny
In order not to throw my soul in sadness.
Christmas day without seeing someone to talk to,
hearing “Merry Christmas”, before my eyes have been closed.
Sometimes friends and kids were having me like a father,
Now, I am in prison everyone was doing me away.
However I am praying, for God,s forgiveness,
For coming in God’s way, and everybody be blessed,
Christmas day without joy, alone and forgotten,
alone, far away, in a foreign country and abandoned.
Greek prisoner in the prison of New York