**** became ore
Ore became ****
Ever turning world
Turned into a hag

Thales, Aristotle, Plato
Hume, Nietzsche, Rousseau
Da Vinci, Pasteur, Newton
Einstein, Curie, Edison,

Mother Teresa or Yousafzai
Dante, Shakespeare and Rumi
Gandhi, Mandela, Jefferson
Ataturk, Churchill, Washington

Orwell, Freud, Aquinas
Hugo, Dostoyevsky and Marx
Lincoln, Martin Luther King
Galilei, Copernicus and Darwin,

And thousands of more names
Names with the righteous aims
Contributed the most to humanity
Suffering a great deal with dignity

If a poor-fellow, on the other hand
An honest believer, I understand
A Buddhist, Jew, Muslim or Christian
Or member of any other religion

Really thinks going to the same heaven
With the above ladies and gentlemen
By just breathing day in and day out
And thinking it’s enough to be devout

He either got the wrong impression
Or have a problem with discretion
Or else he must be thinking that
Judgment of God is fairly bad

I think there is a way out of this
Find what your true mission is
I know it’s neither money nor chair
A hint: Help, teach, devote and share

Complete it with sincerity
Caress your soul with integrity
Afterwards, even if there is no God
Trust me, you’ll still be on the safe side

They might at least put your name on
A suchlike poem written by someone
Otherwise you’re just a passerby
Producing nitrogen for both soil and sky

It’s obvious that we all,
Grow up with traumas
Let it be either small
Or just the big ones,

This cognitive leakage
Leading to millions of doubts
Comes with the package
No wonder the world’s a crazy house

the rarest practice, thinking
only a few benefits
rest is in the dirt, sinking
down the hole, near them rabbits

I always took my
Not getting along
Well with humans
As a good sign...

Why employees’ elbow grease
Is being abused with an increase

Labor is value, labor is sweat
Labor is the workers’ bayonet

Need for a loser to win
Root for almost every sin

Right this moment
All you need to hear
Is a good “*******”
But, I won’t bother
I’ll simply let it be
Problem of another

If I had to choose
Between the two
To make friends
Without pretense
I’d go for Forrest Gump
Over Donald J. Trump

Of course I can
Close my eyes to all
The bad things
Take place around me
Or in the whole world
For that matter
And start chilling
I simply don’t
Find it effective
That’s all

Look at me
Your eyes will see
How strong I am
Talk to me
Your ears will see
How wise I am
Feel me
Your heart will see
How concerned I am
Touch me
Your hands will see
How frightened I am

Optics II

Look at me
Your eyes will see a strong guy
Talk to me
Your ears will see a wise guy
Feel me
Your heart will see a concerned guy
Touch me
Your hands will see a frightened guy
After all, I’m alright I guess
Just like anybody else

I’ve been taking care of a stray-dog lately
She has a lovely face, hiding her insecurity
I named her Mocha. Her color is brown
Mostly tame, little timid, sort of down
She knows how to keep her distance
I never patted her for instance
Her both ears are cut. I have no clue, why
I feed her twice a day with some supply
She disappears to unknown places most times
Except for three times, where she’s precise
10:00 am, 5:00 pm, around midnight
The last being start time for my plight
She sleeps on the mat by the front door
Started doing that with the first snow
I, by the way, thought she was sterilized
Most of the stray dogs in Istanbul are
Well, it turns out she was not
The hardest way I had to figure that out
And, it is that time of the year … Well. You know!!!
I’ve been seeing at least 5 visitors per night. Oh no!
She’s been making-out / Ridiculously devout
So to say, functioning with what’s endowed
I’ve bumped into 6 males at once the other night
As if she’s doing this to us out of spite
Transforming our garden, this cute, little ****
First Red-Light District, now a ******* plot
My 13 yrs. old girl started asking me about these routines
The reason why I particularly do not appreciate the scenes
My dog being born from a suchlike mother
With her 12 dissimilar sisters and brothers
Even if at some point I will interfere
I totally respect what's going on here
That though still leaves me with two unsolved problems
One concerns morality, another logistics. Both are solemn
What the hell am I gonna tell my discombobulated neighboring
Where the hell am I gonna host my new grandchildren

As long as “you” is not from
A different color,
A different neighborhood,
A different class,
A different religion
A different income level
A different political party
A different country
Especially that of a third-world
A different gender
Especially that of a third one
Do not, at all, worry
You’re loved here dearly

Sixty-four thousand eight hundred US Dollars
Is the GDP per capita in the strongest country
A fair distribution among white and blue collars
Still attracts neither government, nor gentry

After a moment of introspection
They stopped fooling themselves
First time free of self-deception
Majority missed the lying halves

For nations nothing is more suicidal
Than being ignorant, aimless and idle

Numbness causes failure in critical thinking
First and last condition of smooth sinking

Two words: Popular and fast makes you oblivious
Needless consumption only works up pretentiousness

Enough with ******* around. Try changing for a change
For it may be the only way out of this gaudy cage

They don’t love you anyway. You’re absolutely jilted
That’s OK. You're not a bird, even the cage is gilded

I know some of you will think
I’m a paranoiac, who needs a shrink
Still. I gotta say what I gotta say
And I gotta say it as of today
It’s like you lose interest when it’s true!
You simply don’t get it, do you?
It’s all out there. All precooked
As long as they keep you hooked
With any, I mean any kind of screen
You are just adorably sleeping
Let it be a computer or a TV set
A smart-phone or maybe a tablet
Under attack, while they’re safe
This must be the heaviest strafe
Screens are good. **** all the books
It is the one thing they will not brook
Now they’re coming after your kids
And you voluntarily pay for all this
An eleven years old with a smart-phone?
What is it, really? Are you ******?
We make them build keyboard skills
Before they even build characters
Isn’t it about time for you to wake,
And see already what is at stake?
You’ve gotta pull yourself together. HEY!
Because, I don’t know what else to say

As time passes by, you’re at the very threshold
Of Daemon’s pawn shop, where dignities are bought and sold

One more lousy time sweetheart
The Elite will kick both our *****
For the chosen ones the fine arts
Look much worthier than the masses

The world is now
A ****** crazy-house
Full of ignorant *****
Controlled and victimized
By a bunch of psychopaths
And this isn’t even a metaphor
Well, unfortunately not anymore