Katerina Katsiri


An Ocean for Distance

The Sea by Scotland

a river of tears

The blood of my people

slaps at the piers


Yeah we were shifted

to this other dirt

A new form about us

brought better comfort


An ocean for distance,

I bade a farewell

The sea was my savior

from Britain’s cruel spell


The Sea by Scotland

and I am still here

I am the same one

who cared over there


Slavery, ugly,

extortion illegal

Has Britain become

a common brothel?


At market I glanced

into their coffers

Curious now what

they have to offer:


Rather meager,

food baskets from

Harrods and

rock star Mick Jagger.

        Catherine Zoltan