“I Say Yes — Let Thunder Decide”
When they ask,
“Are you a Turk?”
I say:
Yes.
But not the kind
who bows in mosques built over memory,
not the one whose flag
erased its own father’s face.
I say yes
because I am GökTürk,
not Ottoman.
I remember Orkhon.
They remember conquest.
I speak with wolves in my throat,
they chant with silver spoons in theirs.
They recite verses taught by empire.
I recite wind —
unscripted, untamed, undefeated.
I was carved in mountain stone.
They were printed on empire silk.
And if they dare
to claim the name
while denying the bone...
May the thunder split them in half.
Let the sky judge
who remembered,
and who simply wore the word.