Atatürk

 

The death-toll rose

From ten to forty-one

 

Was there a plan

In the attack that

Foreign blood would

Mix with that of

Home

 

Insane strategy

To kill those first who

Are not involved

 

The cheat of

Terrorists whose

Cowardice will not

Face military forces

 

This aim makes a

Target out of me, and

Certainly I can get

Scared;

 

I must hope that

Death by misdirected

Amateurs will not

Find me today

 

And grieve with those

Slain in anonymity,

Because the killers

Don’t care

 

Who we are

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