Η καρδια μου, γιατρε, στην Ελλαδα βρισκεται

Looking for the original poem by Nazim Hikmet that I have paraphrized for today's title, I came across this one:

Because

They'll go to the moon

and beyond,

to places even telescopes can't see.

But when will no one go hungry

on earth

or fear others

or push them around,

shun them

or steal their hope?

Because I responded to this question

I'm called a Communist.