At Sunrise

By Andrew Lubinus

At sunrise I look

And see the Bosphorus Strait

Shining in the sun

But when you look and see

Closely, you learn its true nature

You see oil and trash

Why is it like that?

Because this is Istanbul

It is polluted

We can be that way

People can be beautiful

And good to look at

Outward looks can lie

The inside can be blackened

Dark and hard as coal

They are as a tomb

A new tomb that is whitewashed

It hides bones within

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