Constantinople
I met Nik
-a young man
-a Greek
He asked me of my past
-my blood, DNA, roots and last
"You can guess…"
-I told him and was right:
- "Persian! "
Then we hugged
-felt free to speak
- "to me Greeks are cousins…"
-I told him and we talked; he went far.
"Who are Turks? "
-started, explained:
- "…tumor between us…
-…it's our land who are they? …"
Then kind of explained
- "You and we are the bone and skin;
-Turks, disease! "
"We will, must
-get them out, back to the…"
Though he, me
-do agree
-with the Turks
-having been tumor
-approaches do vary
-we are too different
I see Turks
-as imports localised
-though maybe diluted, polluted
-with Greeks, Arians
-and the old Assyrians
This way, I, in my mind
-love them all
Wish I had the power
-kind of bomb-cluster
-to inject like vaccine
-destroy seeds of hate
And if not
-kill us all
Time has come
-to clean face of Earth
-from past
-history and science
-break walls and borders
Wish Hitler
-Stalin
-whoever thought or thinks
-to make world one, solid
-had won, wins
-or succeeds
Am tired of the word
-Otherness
- (causes hate)
-I hate "hate"
Russians call the Germans
- the "Not we"
-or "не мы"
-transformed to "Немец"
And Bush said
- "With us or against us…"
I need some venom
-poison
-to kill us
-kill us all
-remove this
- "Otherness"! ! !
- the not us and not we.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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