A Loss

On the death of Ayseur Ezgi Eygi

When I think of the loss
I see a young women
Fighting for justice
Under an olive tree
Standing for justice

When I think of the loss
I see her young face
It is in my minds eye


When I think of the loss
I see a young women
She is not American
She is not Turkish
She is not Palestinian
She is not Israeli
She is not Polish
She was a women
Her life was precious
All life is precious 


When I think of the loss
I see a young women
Murdered under an olive tree
I hear words 
I see words
Definitions
Explanations

Thou shall not kill
Did the sniper know this
His/her/their people wrote the book


There is a lot of talk about the murder of Aysenur Ezgi Eygi. 

She was buried today. In her family hometown. 

I hate borders 
I love languages 
I hate all walls that divide us and create others and give us licence to murder 
I love the world
I love humanity

Murder knows no boundaries
We they them us 
Are precious
Thou shall not kill

In these times, I often think of Tadeusz Rozewicz’s poem; In the Midst of Life from 1955. Video below.

\(Tadeusz Rozewicz's poem, In the Midst of Life, 1955\)