Can daimons cry?
Can goddesses cry?
To see Arete, on her splendid mountain
Above the world, virtuous as they come
Watching down below?
She watches it all.
She sees the world crumble.
When capitols are stormed
And politics get deep
And lives harmed, she cries.
She is Arete, valor.
And she must watch the twisted valor of humanity.
The twisted "best"- the best that is the worst.
She didn't mean it as this,
She bears the name of greatness.
But if this is the greatest, the greatest country,
The greatest power,
She doesn't want it.









