Get Well Soon Bartin
By Laila Kalan
As we buy the final product
We don't really realize
Where it comes from or how it is made;
Not deemed important.
The gold ring we wear
Carries a heavy burden.
It wears the blood, sweat and tears of miners;
too soon forgotten.
As you light up the coal
For a fun evening barbecue
The screams of the miners burn in there too;
too soon muted.
As smoke emanates from the barbecued meat,
So do the souls from a mine explosion;
Take a second to say a prayer.
Get well soon Bartin
إنا لله وإنا إليه راجعون
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Laila Kalan is a junior doctor and teacher based in Dubai. Due to her mixed ethnicity, she can write in multiple languages. She is an animal rescuer and currently hosts more than 20 cats in her warm apartment. A couple of her poems have been framed in a cafe in Oman. This is her debut publication in a magazine.
Along with her poetic words, she sends lots of love and hugs to Turkey.
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