Hail Kissinger, Defender of the Turks!
You flaunt their wreath of poppies on your head
as if it was a crown of royal jewels.
But in your hands the flag of peace
implants their seeds of death among our youth.
New, self-hypnotized Paraclete,
it's not the hand of God that guides your course,
but megalomaniac powers burning deep.
What devilish opium do you take
to hue your egotistic smoke-filled dreams?
Beware, O bungling barrister,
of your mistake in spurning noble Greece --
once brother, ally, succor to our cause.
It will not always play the pawn
in your ostentatious game of world chess!
(Written in memory of the Cyprus invasion)