SATIRE
 

Her car is set up on her seat with its majestic oppressiveness,
She doesn't see anyone in her office, her cigarette in her mouth,
How much is the fancy skirt she's wearing now?
The only thing you know is; eating, drinking and more...

Hair is torn, eyes and lips are lipstick and paint,
Everyone watches her with awe, as if
The passersby want to spit on her mouth and face...!
May the veins you suffer dry up, which lineage?

As she gets out of the car, the man opens the door,
Madam looks at her with eyes full of passion,
She shakes everyone around, that damned figure,
What can be said to this state of yours; What magnificence..!

Like a horse's mane, hanging from her head to her face,
Where is the proletarian parkan you wore,
You're being so rebellious, while your white trousers are tight,
You have to live...! alas; if death comes to you early.

Jun 27, 1977
Istanbul

Remark:
“The poem satirizes an aristocratic woman who tries to present a proletariat style but cannot actually be proletarian in her thoughts and feelings”