Turkeys
I have seen both turkeys
one as bird, one neighbour
I, therefore must know well.
But do I?
The bird is example
colours-change is its game
"Don't trust, " as it says.
But neighbour
history, up and down
descended of Ottomans
who are they, question: "What? "
"Hungry nomads came as wild bunch
the ruthless newcomers from the Central Asia."
But Europe?
and later corruptions?
Turks' father Ataturk, his changes?
I feel sad, almost mad while still
the questions and comment come as rain.
There was bomb
people died among them old and child.
I feel as homeless bird
fly on the injured
and land on the wounded
mourn the dead, regardless
and speak with few of bombers.
Story is long and has reasons;
everyone who was there had a cause.
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