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All Poetry & Nothing But
Two Poems
by Bogdan Tiganov

A Very Religious Country

When I went home
I found out they'd stolen and sold everything
and I mean everything:
posts, benches, walls, plumbing, glass,
tunnels, roads, factories, farms, vehicles,
rugs, girls, boys, organs, souls,
but they left the churches, so you see
we are a very religious country and, recently,
capitalist.

Cold War

I never knew there was a Cold War.
It seemed hot in the summer
splashing around in the Black Sea.
I knew that something wasn't right.
Your voices carried hate and disgust.
I felt it in my gut.
I didn't realise that other countries and other
languages existed.
I thought they were myths, fairytales.
I didn't think that people and locations could be so
different.
I never realised that I was home.
It broke my heart when I wasn't.
I didn't think that my people were innocent.
I never thought of torture and abuse.
I never thought that I would lose my tongue
and express myself in the English tongue.
I couldn't believe it when I found out
that people confuse vices with virtues.
I never realised that there may be no God
and that people love to hate and fight for nothing.
I used to go on holidays to see beautiful places.

 

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