in the mirror of chaussée de haecht

A new poem by Kader Sevinç, member of the Brussels Poetry Collective, for the first presentation of Passages with the Turks, tonight from 5pm till 7pm at Sazz’N Jazz!


In the mirror of Chaussée de Haecht

behind the solitude of darkness
strolling through Schaerbeek at night
blind and unwritten

looking inside
men-only cafes
segregated between Turks from Emirdağ and the Balkans

we’re on the ship of an unknown nightmare
leaving from our ghettos by dark
my words can’t migrate to your heart

a distinct TV echoes
“world’s biggest jailer of journalists”
this is my home

shouted at shadows
“stop this madness”
no one heard
but Brussels’ crows

tram 92 runs through stereotypes
nothing heals migrant wounds
scarred languages

here no stray dogs to walk along with
night is almost asleep
no open bakkals or pide restaurants

a friend from a distance
whispers sorrow
“Aslı is facing life sentence”

silence is like a suicidal flame
fuelled by mistrust
“Police raided daily Cumhuriyet

the wind is sweeping the sidewalks
night is now ready to be torn apart
a bloody witch-hunt

the grass of persuasion is on the move
multiply our desolation
hayır! hayır! no more consolation!

Europe’s ballads
taste of regrets

mourning our old dream
as it is still glowing
your political hypocrisy pours down on my beautiful home
as blood and tears
words are now made of ashes
Chaussée de Haecht swallows
time and deception

Kader Sevinç
Brussels, November 2016


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