If you are a European
and a Turk,
know this:
you are ugly.
Ugly from within,
where deceit festers,
where betrayal breeds.
Ugly in appearance,
your faces mirrors of conquest,
your smiles broken swords.
You carry the weight of arrogance,
the shadow of empires
that never belonged to you,
and still you strut as if beauty
could be stolen.
But it cannot.
It shows in your eyes,
it burns in your skin:
ugly within,
ugly without.