Bop Order Cycle Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

Without production and fair distribution,
Taca board, country to society,
You just sit around and take care of yourself,
Your fancy reign, exploding with every second noise.

At their ostentatious tables, with the pomp of the vulgarity,
You furnish and equip your wheel from those who resemble you,
Who is the partner in proportion to the service of the interest, and whatever,
To the contractor of the multi-paying tenders who are wealthy on the side of the table.

To the media, to the judge, to his university, to his fashion, to his music or to his consultant,
Political sports sect holding union communication transportation,
Even if you couldn't connect it to the full plot, you were on the side of it,
Bop ride of a suitable character with the common interest of the sultanate.

All your robbery profiteer extortionist looter swindler total life,
With their voracious participation in plundering and demolition stooges,
Consoling the people from the painful prescription visit,
From the bland onion drill that you cut and fight for liberation in judgment.

Make yourself special to everyone,
Dominates everything,
Haunting everywhere,
The one who regards every state as the sacred and indispensable of behavior, superior to everything.

You just sit and dominate and do nothing else,
Because it is not from its own reality,
Such as being born, growing, maturing and ensuring its continuity,
Sociological, physical, chemical, political, scientific and cultural of life.

Economic or philosophical,
Material or moral,
The smallest or the maximum,
Without any background in the toil of individual and social labor.

International projects loaded from the top to the destiny of the country,
All kinds of support and contribution by those who benefit from local collaborators,
By acting treacherously, at the cost of selling to mercenaries like fathers,
It exhibits and presents without any precaution or reservation sensibility.

With infinite unlimited power confiscated,
All the global-scale invasion, war, destruction and plunder tenders that have been ordered,
As much as the benefits he gets in his unconditional obedience,
By planes taking off, ships, tankers.

By lining up shelves and putting on a costume,
From the world's most expensive and half-timbered yacht account on your table,
From dragon water, from bird's milk,
To stand out above all ordinary crowds of difference.

No matter what you look for, a luxury lien based on consumption..
Totems,
Their god,
Visual fanfare of will with artificial loading and overlay.

And when the social memory fillings they worshiped in the context of consumption went bankrupt,
It turns into dry and arid nightmares that have already lost everything,
He worshiped and trusted,
And that you become lonely and alienated by being dragged into what is not your own.

Guided his misery, whether right or left,
Whoever is the progressive intellectual, conservative, revolutionary or nationalist,
Your mind, your mind, your behavior, or the sum of your habits, your personality character,
Attentive to covetousness not to be himself.

And pay for false mistakes, provided that it is internationally admired,
We are always lost from definition, analysis, determination, day and tomorrow,
Poor,
Wrong.

Society and life became hormonal and showcased as commanded and commanded,
More and more, the total left is the agenda carrier of useful whore and murder,
And the puppet sycophant's hired pawn was captured in the pelican's central gravitational field,
Total right is the national decor of the values of symbiosis with divine discourses.

Like a company manager, the country for construction and tender land,
No matter what his society goes through, he should never object to the helplessness he worships,
İrresistible was registered as a non-slacking customer,
If it is the component of the mix that governs what each segment and each partner party does.

With the days and agendas to be updated from bop headquarters,
Everyone and everything was guided by seven beautiful men or Necip Nazim.
Come on,
From the euro-dollar exchange machine, respiratory device and artificial intelligence life systematics.

It's the state of coma now, well from the gripper needle,
For the first time, when consulting the question of what to do and how to get rid of it,
The right is opposed to taking over its own power from the sidelines,
In the same lane, absolutely without disturbing the order.

Is our mask handsome?
Is our distance range solid or something,
By himself, with new portraits and profiles as well as old ones,
Constant rudder.

Robust hook and playful make slippery games,
Robbery exploits rust at the expense of the misery of the creeps and drifters,
To the reports of the European Union in paralysis,
The Euro is between the American sanctions and the Russian missile pendulum.

It is suffocating with its need for ceremonially arranged Arab capital,
Bop order cycle.