SERKAN ENGİN

Barbarian and Ms Daisy

yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they came
with the wild winds of Greed, brutally
slaughtered all the innocent letters
written on the wall of Grace, even also babies
by burning them alive, before most of them
could not have a toy in their short-length life
with an insufferable last sequence

yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they were
merciless hyena droves born from
Racism, biggest evil of all times,
the bloody verses of Quran
written on the hilt of
their curved swords
feeding their violence
by promising them heaven
as they killed more “heretics”

they were the servants of
remorseless epaulets
they were the slaves of
their own Greed and Savageness
slobberingly

yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they
raped little girls and young women ferociously
without caring their screeches
tearing the deeply embarrassed face of the sky
same horrific verses on their groins
and the permission of pimp epaulets
on their ignoble waists
without any mercy

they were the slaves of
their own Greed and Savageness
slobberingly
they were the servants of
remorseless epaulets

and unfortunately
they were my ancestors
shame on humanity
worst predatory hordes of world history

now, it is hard to erase that “Barbarian” soubriquet
written on my forehead before my birth
it is hard to change to be known as savage
even I am a man feeding his ant friends
with granulated sugar at home
it is hard to explain that I have never hurt
even a wing of a sparrow
I know Ms Daisy, it is hard to introduce me
to your parents
as the man you want to live with
until infinity
(June 2014)
From Armenian Poetry Project 
Dedicated to Anahit Manukyan, my best reader in Armenia. Dedicated to all victims of Armenian Genocide, Assyrian Genocide, Nestorian Genocide, Chaldean Genocide, Pontian Greek Genocide perpetrated by my Turk ancestors. Dedicated to all genocide victims of World history at Rwanda, Bosnia, Cambodia, Darfur, Holocaust and others…

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Love In Every Language

Love me in every language of the World
But
Let’s make love in Lazuri (1)
Let the waves of our tongue dance horon (2)
At the North rockies of your body
Love me in every language of the World
But
Let’s look each other in Kurdish
Let the hawks having East wings fly from our eyes
To the purple mountains of the Love
Love me in every language of the World
But
Write my heart in Turkish

(1) Language spoken by the Laz people on the southeastern shore of the Black Sea.
(2) A group of circle folk dances from the Black Sea region of Turkey.

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