But you don't say it ..

Could it seem to be moving in accordance with the flow of time?
Stuck between yesterday and today, in the midst of ignorance pollution
A world device far below expectations
Seems to be alive but dozens of soil molds that occur in brain death
The inconsistent news bulletins that remain from a stormy autumn day
Those dalkavuks who have been handcuffed with hope with hope ...
Those who think that God is just a piece of paper ...
What could this capitalist order be other than blood, tears and pain.
Those who remain the audience to the removal of truth from society.
The desire to come to that temporary life, which looks like an endless turning point
That the ambition of winning serves the loss of someone
He was too worn out, that innocent child who repeats the letters of justice
Do you need glasses to read those bloody pages of history, Humanity!
Here you see that bloody tears flowing through the eyes of the Palestinian child
Here you see the embrace of death
Those social media users offering sections from their magnificent life
Does it seem to be not noticed who serves with whom and who
Seeing it is perhaps the eye of the eye
Maybe your language does not come to saying what he owes this silence to
Perhaps the bleeding wound is coming from inside.
You know very well how to add to your notes
Maybe you're muttering;
But you don't say it ....