— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete

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My aim is not to hurt anyone;

The river never flows upwards;

The endless increases do not know to stop;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree.

I served this country for forty years;

Honesty and honesty were the path I followed;

Unfortunately, hopes faded without blooming;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree.

Some receive three, some five salaries;

Some lick the honeyed cream;

Those who receive ten thousand liras stay on the road;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree.

I would like to live my life like this;

I never thought of my end like this;

If it is not worse than torture, tell me;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree.

We used to go and do henna on henna day;

We used to wear at least a quarter at weddings;

We used to show off to everyone;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree.

Morning and noon come together for us;

We counted a meal as profit, don’t you think;

We cry silently from sorrow;

A burden to the state, a strange retiree retired.

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(Self-translation from TURKISH)

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