Children's children

CHILDREN'S CHILDREN

Do you remember where you left off
there was a clash
became the victims of death
Everywhere was blood and tears
the walls cracked
the glasses were broken
the crime scene officers have already pulled the strip
reviews reviewed
no one
it did not bother
someone was there
reviews reviewed
he was in vain
From over ...

my palms full of chamomile
descending from Tuzluçayır and collecting Mamak'tan
a guard who turned
what are you doing in the forbidden area and chased
I ran without falling
I ran
I did not even spit a dick
my palms full of chamomile
I crossed the border again
a fascist company
what are you doing in the forbidden area and discharged the hives
I did not drop
I collapsed
I did not even spit a dick
I came back and my palms were full of chamomile ...

my shoulders traces of simski fashions ...
whereas your hangers had come
my head pain that my shoulders had never passed
childish
I was not blind when I closed my eyes ...
while your eye patches had come
my eyes that my head carries are never thin
childish
the pain of my feet ...
If your electricity had come out
Neither my hands nor my feet could reach
my childhood

burned, burned, flamed
my ashes are blown away by the wind
I'm looking for a corner
I am a child child
create me again
find me in the nook
child grow up
I kept my ashes
create me again from the flames ...

what did i hunt
do not you
silence
whats the pain
do not you
silence
Was it your distance to hunt
Was it your pain away ...

Hasan Huseyin Beydil