the ugly side of patriotism
Photo taken at the archeological site in Dispilio, Greece - a mysterious Neolithic idol (figurine) at least 5,000 years old. This foreboding poem by Ribeiro Couto (1898-1963) speaks of all too popular ideas in this world where the hoi polloi are easily manipulated by the powerful. The hero who killed the little enemy king by Ribeiro Couto Wounded, I return from war. The people, they tell me, "Soldier, You're so brave and so much more!" The average guy is a joker! Wounded, I return from war. "Let there be glory to scars! Yours, in the most remote nation! Your blessed name shines like stars." Oh, most unhappy prostration! Wounded, I return from war. The fiercest battle I’ve won, and been awarded this medal, most desired under the sun. My God, no matter how special, I return from war outdone. As a punishment, by luck, I see the enemy king Dying in these bloodied hands, Crying with me, agonizing… Coming back - by this war struck.