From Your Every Piece, From Your Every Piece Poem by Ulas Basar Gezgin

You told me so many times, so many times
'Stop it! Don't do it! Don't love me! '
Didn't you realize that I knew that you were
Pouring your tears within. Your only concern
Was to protect me from your cursed past.

I returned and returned each and every time,
Realizing every time that this life could not
Be meaningful without you, and any other life options.
No option has been left for us anyway.

Tell me a place where we didn't die. Streets? Culture centers?
Under fire or under peace process...
You told me 'don't love me' by killing or having killed so many of my brothers.
And what did I do? By burying them in my heart, I loved you again and again.

Yes, you became a tangle of troubles, you told me 'don't love me'.
You rained onto houses as unemployment, don't love me, don't love me.
You moved the near minus salaries from one hand to another.
Survival mode, a lot of tea, a little of bit meat, I loved you again and again.

Now you say 'I am old', 'I would die of this sickness'
You don't know that those to whom you said 'don't love me' will revive you.
You need a kiss of life, you need the hottest kiss. That is what you need.
We will kiss you from your every piece, from your every piece, my country...


October 2,2015