I, dweller of a modern city loves to wander in yours,
In that enchanted world you collaged out of lores,
The worlds have changed but man is the same ever,
So do your ancient words resonate in my ears.
A Trojan horse means not the same for you and me,
For you, it was a false step, a free gift regretted.
For me in an age of virtual lives and technology,
It’s a sign that soul is dead, so are god and love.
Starting from an ancient stealth trick of war,
The modern free gift is across the world,
In the guise of one world and friendship
To steal, to harm and never to feel remorse.
What lessons do we learn from Odysseus,
Are the lessons most needed in this world.
