Green Sea, pink sand – cheap, hot and jolly
Tourists, indifferent, head off in folly
Hordes of drunks, mindless tours
Gilded, open minded admirers, bend Islamic laws
Come dance and sing in a guilty land
Bring Amnesia and banality hand in hand.
Pass the flame, burn the history books
Dance and sing amidst rusty, butcher’s hooks.
Be a one with open minded fools
Who’ve never lived under Ottoman rules
They flock alike with hedonistic kin
To a land that still admits no sin
Gladstone’s shame, Disraeli’s pride
Sing, dance all night; toast genocide !
On Armenian graves let’s sing and dine
Sword slashed hills bear no guilty shrine
If Belsen’s had beaches it would be so cool
A place to sing and dance and drool
Turkey’s cheap, it’s fun “ the service is good “
Bring your ignorance, we have Armenian blood.
Where next ?
Oh who could forget ?
Our last lovely trip to Han Chinese Tibet.
David Johnson lives in Cheshire, England.