OUT OF TUNE

Suleyman the magnificent did not inherit the earth,
But your kind shall,
Could be that Suleyman was not an expert,
But you are,
You and three or four others.
The rests are all bunglers.
So you have lived, blessings on your life,
And it is evening now,
You have a stately home, suitably furnished,
A car at the door, happiness in every room;
Nectar in your glass, moonshine in your plate;
Now add a story of love to this order of things,
You have?
It's good to be alive, eh?
Of course it is...
Now let me see you conjure up a room,
No rugs there, no kilims,
No question of butter with the bread,
Skip the fire, the fire place,
Five people on a single pallet,
Cursing in unisom,
Cursing whom?
How sould I know...
These five are destitute, that's why.
The trouble with these ladies and gentlemen?
Whatever's the trouble with this country.
Very well, but is there no remedy for this trouble?

That's it,
Get used to thinking.

METIN ELOGLU