Dont ask me the reason for the bloody poems
Dont ask me why my forehead is full of wrinkles
Dont ask me about my childhood work
Glory in Poetry
It is my voice without dignity
Ive come to let the pain bird live in my piercing shoulders.
To the strange souls of dead brides in Hijla
Uhh
To the black wounds of the slaughtered in the swamp
With Mehdis broken knees at the police station
And the dirty ears help the nose.
Where is the opium in the uncles room?
White Fish Bobon and Shark
With 100 kilos of Mehrdad sentenced to life imprisonment
ITU Height
Dragged to the gallows
The women who cry from the innocent God of the rope of the cocoon
Wet and bloody muslin pants and rose water and lonely slippers
Mother would die, I was afraid of this way of wailing.
When I was a kid, the height was always high.
With the sixty kilos that I have also been checked, my elder sisters have been torn up.
The secret of my wood is hidden between my bones
Slogan Slogan Slogan Slogan Dirt Slogan
Kneel down to the sacred realm of poetry.
Kneel down, say, and swear by the jackals who defend the new sexes.
