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Australian poet, Constantinople, Hagia Sophia, islam, Istanbul, Kamal Ataturk, Petrarchan sonnet, poem, poetry, President Erdogan, sonnet, Turkey
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐
They wish to claim you as their holy place,
And so insult the name of Ataturk.
Towards a callous caliphate they work.
Thus your magnificence they would deface โ
Remove the images of Christ that grace
Your ancient walls. Islamic forces lurk
Within your state. That wise and mighty Turk,
(Whose legacy these fiends wish to debase)
That founding father, would have brought them down.
But heโs long dead, and now a false Sultan
Sits on his phony throne and makes his claim.
But disregard the rantings of this clown โ
Holy Cathedral, work of Western Man,
Youโll stay a church in everything but name.
โ D.N. OโBrien
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