We are drifting in this car called world
Rich’s on the wheel, poor’s but witness
Former has all the fun. He likes to twirl
Latter’s share in this is just car sickness

As a dexterous obstructionist
He was deliberately impeding
All the critical issues in his list
To be able to carry on leading

Word’s uttered to hearing ears
Gesture’s made to seeing eyes
With you, however; it appears
It’s hopeless, you are full of lies

Risks may have been discerned
But overlooked by the authority
Seventy nine fine souls burned
The book definition of enormity

In this dark, technological limbo
You’ve forgotten how to be amazed
And fallen for all its mumbo jumbo
Now, who’s put you in this maze

Though it was ordained
The preliminary fig leaf
In God’s own domain
Couldn’t stop the first relief

A while now world’s been an open cage
What can one possibly do but  criticize
The fury I’m feeling along with the rage
There’s no stanza that’ll ever epitomize

I am not negative and that is truth
Out there anything’s hardly smooth

Time surely flows
With a lot of flaws

Miserable when hardly inhaled
Indifferent as long as prevailed

You sure don’t want no genocide
Neither holocaust nor terror. None
You, on the other hand, can’t decide
If that includes Gaza and Lebanon

I’ve come alone and I’ll go alone
All I do in between is try to belong

Kingdoms may be dead
But the kings are so not
Any democracy instead
Is the kings’ new plot

Glorification of the Holocaust
Via movie, book or other post
With wickedness at this level
Won’t hide the fact you’re devil

As Israel has a West to back her
It must be right time to massacre

Remember 9/11? Getting hits
On your soil was hard and new
I figure, however, nowadays it’s
Too much information for you

Though black is black and white is white
The less the equality, the worse the plight

Poet’s job is to put the words
With the backing of the muse
In such an order when heard
They’ll tell you about a bruise

You think you are so close
Then in the blink of an eye
Fresh target or fresh dose
You’re ready for a new try

After all
I’m just a dot
But I know
That’s a lot

So ready
To fall
For you,
For her,
For all

We were only passing by
They forced us to comply

Seeing two millenniums
Let alone two centuries
My life’s the compendium
Of all the mixed memories

Unless you can show
All the nows you’ve got
You can’t possibly know
If you have time or not

Off the record, marriage
Is a dragging carriage
That takes you nowhere
Other than grim despair

Looking at historic human trace
I don’t see neither noble nor holy
Few exceptions aside, this race
Is often guilty of greed, anomaly

Something’s about to strike
I have no place to hunker
I wish I had something like
Mister Zuckerberg’s bunker

The West is again dead silent
They must be connatural mute
As some Jews’re anew violent
For new ways to commute

You sons of *******
You always manipulate
To get more of which is
Already on your plate

Monkeys must be trained at once
To take care of all the secondary jobs
In exchange for bananas
They ought to wash the cars
Wait tables, clean homes, pump gas
And do the shifts in our factories
That’ll make the world less *******
For Joe Public. That’s first
The rich’s wealth must be given away
To the poor until the discrepancy
Comes down the three times
To the rich’s favor immediately
That’ll end the class discrimination
That’s justice. And that’s second
Finally three fourth of people
Should be annihilated right away
So there are enough resources
For the remaining inhabitants
Because if not,
The robots are coming.
To take care of one and three
As in, there will be no “you”
To benefit the “two”

Although it was not always the case
Love’s not for the hungry these days

Oh laborer, so you have labored
Three hundred and sixty four days
Now’s the time to be remembered
That is, May the first of all Mays

Majority of peeps don’t know
What works for them is belief
Ignorant’s lore is a fake snow
They see truth as bogus beef

Oh my laborer friend
You’re sleeping in both
Pajamas, jeans and
Your working clothe

If it’s any consolation big guy
You lived the way you wanted to
But, this was an early goodbye
For that I am so angry with you

What is truth other than
What persons make of it

(Hakikat: Truth in Turkish)

In fact, regardless of who
All has a place in the heart
Some are strike-through
And some are underlined

Last time we’ve met
It was moving linear
Does time know that
It entered a new year

Victory and belly-flop
Abreast in this school
Now is the sole workshop
And, you are the sole tool

Eight billion people almost
Few live, the rest are ghosts

I doubt if the era
We come to Terra
Compared to geography
Has less say on destiny

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
People bad, world hell
Dunno what else to say

Crowds are too easy to manage
Who is by you is always a stranger
All’s designed to rulers’ advantage
None’s trained to smell out danger

I dunno that much about poems
Honest-to-goodness, I mean it
I’m just after few good rhymes
By now, you should have seen it

If a politician prevaricates
He is still in his jurisdiction
If a politician tells the truth
That’s a grave contradiction

Even peace has a price
As we go down the drain
One of the biggest signs
That the bad guys reign