TE16 Turkish Delight

Erkut Tokman Drifting along a wind, agonized soul

As if crushed under feet like grapes

Such as the taste of bitter cheap wine

inducing serious crimes in society

in total loss or one by one

uprising

for justice I fall down, for the people I am germinating

On the reflection of a leaf

from a fractured mirror at one side light

on the other, dark

inwards wounded hearts, a languid dilemma

of unscruplulous human being

Its perpetual delay, despite enlightening

In mind with injustice

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