By a Turkish Bazaar

By a Turkish Bazaar

under a hot sun,
we wandered,

aliens in a 
strange land.

unreadable signs,
made us feel like 
mysterious
strangers,

who never
tip enough to 
compensate

for all the fuss
and bother 
that we cause.


such a sad state,
where men are 
jailed for speaking 
their minds.

a bus drove us
through streets,
that seemed 
too empty.

we had a view of
that famous prison,
that place of horror.


the bazaar was
very interesting.

i thought i'd be
happy enough,

if they kept all those
things we didn't want,

including that prison.

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