Fake Grass (English)

You stripped me of my petals,
You turned me into grass,
You tore me from my soil, from my roots,
And planted me in foreign land.

Before I could sprout you poisoned my seed,
Before I could taste my country's rain you dug me out,
Before I could see its sun you confined me to darkness,
Before I could smell its fields you stole my breath.

I knew not that I was a flower,
I went and became animal feed,
I saw not my reflection in the springs,
I knew not of my beauty.

Your sheep chewed my spirit but I would not be swallowed,
Nor would I be digested in the belly of the beast,
You shaved my head bald but I would not be stripped of my thorns,
You tried to make me bitter but I would not surrender my nectar.

I have returned to my meadows, to my valleys,
But here I am a weed,
You have destroyed its pollen,
You have polluted its air.

You have demolished my mother's grave,
Not once was I able to embrace her,
If we had met perhaps she would not have recognised me,
Perhaps I would not have been able to tell her who I am.

Copyright Ertan Karpazlı 2011

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