In Argos

Argos:The town never without a soul
The town never the soul without

At night the policemen come out armed.
But, in the early hours, the teenagers,
going home drunk from the tavernas,
are not scared to cut oranges
from the trees of the square
to play ball with, between spread out tables,
exchanging curses with tired lorry drivers
speeding to make it to the market in time.
Later, the date comes that many leave,
some for studies others to join the army.
The lucky ones will return
only for holidays.