World Culture Day (No Germans Invited)
Every day is World Culture Day
Today is World Culture Day.
The Germans aren’t invited.
They didn’t ask,
they never listen,
they don’t dance anyway.
Bukharian Jews are spinning,
feet stomping,
fingers snapping,
strings of the dayereh
echoing over broken borders.
The Talysh stand tall,
silent but unshakable,
like the ridges they came from.
They don’t need permission
to exist.
The Kurds –
Bakur, Başûr, Rojava –
for once,
for now,
united.
One voice, three scars,
no flag needed.
The Arabs are watching.
Live stream,
no censorship,
only rhythm.
They see what was always there,
but buried under lines on a map.
The Europeans?
They’re not even on the screen.
They’re scrolling past us,
tuning us out,
thinking the world is still
about them.
But it’s not.
Not today.
Today we are seen
by each other.
And that is enough
to make the ground shake
under their empty stages.
The Turks are dancing with the Germans.
Far from the music.
Far from the meaning.
Off-beat,
but smiling anyway.