I am at your door
hold tight my deep
dedicated hands

Fertile dust shielded my face
and in your presence
I cast off all my innate garments
I am the broken bones
of the faces on reserved spaces
remaking them endlessly

2

Leave me alone, keep to yourself
your human rights, your judgement and sentences
martian friends, you are the architects
of this mass grave under my feet

oh brother of every death that clings and wakes
to my body

I know no mystical cure for nightmares
I must carry horizons in front of my very eyes
printing with my every step on earth
the marching alphabet of love, and struggle

3

I want to stop this thing
this way of changing sins into manners
simply to evade detection and seizure

Broken waters flow under broken bridges
every momentum is degraded
brotherhood roams the deserts of insanity

Now I have come back to collect in my heart
the pains of things covered by ugly landscapes
I have come back to bear the brunt of redemption

4

I, me and myself are burning in my skull

at the national square waiting for

my blue-eyed executioner to take

the skin off my broad shoulders

I rush into hearts

on the brink of termination

percentage of death will be high

market-values look promising

I am the witness for all

I do believe in Him therefore I am

leaving my own death

by a tree

Other Poems by Mevlut Ceylan