Dancing in Taksim Square / POEM

Think of an unloved child
always beaten, unheard.
Those children staged
mass protests in İstanbul,
Ankara to show their presence,
to be respected, to be heard.

What happened to them?
Their laughter fell silent
What happened then?
They danced until they were
humiliated,
  muted,
       battered.

Did they ever want to stop dancing,
  to retreat, to disappear?
They kept dancing until they were murdered
  by some who felt no fear of
     being feared than loved.

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