Life goes out but faith will not from this body
Heads may be cut but Islam will not from this land
A holy town of Quran you are at your starboard crescent
Mountains and rocks all cry out freedom and word of testament
Did not sell himself for a few bucks to a few predatories
Shielded his chest to dishonests that are coming by F-16s
Did not give his liberty his sovereignity his future
Left his mother his father and his lover
Left his wealth but hasn't left his homeland
There it is real army real soldier
Inside it private every patriot
Went out at 15th July and showed heroism
It is impossible not to show him admirism
Walked on tanks shielded himself to bullets
As long as don't let country be given away to zionists
Today Gülen is death and coup plotters are at jail trap
USA's forty yeared project in one night has gone to trash
Turks has showed how Muslims are to America's stepsons and CIA
My eighteen yeared daughter
living and dreaming with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome,
As she grows up and out
hopes to become
"An old princess
with long purple hair
living in a GroupHome."
I'm not sure if this indicates
I did a shockingly good
or alarmingly bad
job as a thirteen-year dad
with positive therapeutic intent.
Until she smiles,
looks up at the blue-grey sky
with unimagined delight.
Behind these eyes,
Are hidden lies,
Fabrications made,
As memories fade.
Somewhere deep inside,
Alone I cower and hide,
To afraid to face you,
Not knowing what you'll do.
Long ago I learned
Of my lieing heart that yeared,
It knew not of your selfish ways,
My mind wants to flee, but my heart wants to stay,
And i'm alone now, shivering...quivering.
I bleed for your love,
you used to call me your dove,
but that was just a lie,
sowly, slowly I die...
While you watch, and laugh.