I know sweetheart
You want to talk about ***
And some new clothes next
Or the hamburger we had last night
That was really something by the way
Thick, tender, juicy and all
We should go there next week
It makes my mouth water as we speak
Or the new girl at the office
The way she talks and dresses
Or that new app and whatnot
But I have matters on my mind
Matters of importance, you know
Climate, racism, pandemics
Injustice, and all other polemics
The liberal problems of the free world
Bunch of greed ******* in other words
And, even though what I think or write
Makes no blind bit of difference…
Even though nobody gives a rat’s ***
I still got to stay in these thoughts, or else
The only thing I’m left with
Is this ******* sense of guilt

Most of the severe problems on earth
Concerning every single human birth
Involve strong men with small *****
And their hard time getting chicks

In case you are wondering, to whom I am addressing
I’ll clear that part for you, so you won’t have to be guessing

Aiming at the racist ones, words are my sole arsenal
And if you’re like them too, go ahead and take it personal

What I will emphasize may look to y’all as history
From humanity’s standpoint; it’s a big shame and mystery

It sure happened in the past, this ain’t a current topic
Or it’s maybe still around, hurtful and traumatic

Man was treated as goods, traded in public auctions
Disgrace was all over with no sign of conscience

Body wasn’t enough, you also wanted mind and soul
Wow! You must’ve paid a fortune to buy ’em all

Please answer me, Dear Sirs. What happened to empathy?
Do you know what the word refers? Taking the fifth already?

You never thought of yourself in the body of color
Yet gave long-*** speeches on dignity and honor

You were rough on the surface, to make them obey
Who knows how rotten in inside. And all that was okay

Captivated a race and gave them the stupid belief
That they were secondary and all they deserved was grief

Motivation was obvious; millions of things to take care
Slaves cost less than anything. You couldn’t even compare

Don’t run away now, we just heated the subject
He is a human being Mister, not a ******* object

Oh, I see, you don’t wanna face the sheer fact
That indeed your cruel ancestors attacked

These innocent African tribes for no good reason
In a barefaced manner despite the Age of Reason

And you’re not ready to redeem their deadly sin
Alright! Stand up and admit then. All humans are close kin

It’s **** important. Do you even know why?
That is to say to residues of racism bye-bye

Opportunity gap, project houses, ****** education
Are the real meanings of the word discrimination

Biased justice with never ending prejudice on Blacks
Are updated slavery forms deserving a good smack

You are mostly haughty for the things you didn’t earn
Race and color are given, but you have yet to learn

No man’s a property for your royal dynasty
Facing and accepting this takes a lot of honesty

Freedom was vague when society was stratified
Where the aristocracy were safely identified

By color, neighborhood, and school in the whole nation
In ******* good-old-days, during segregation

Do me a favor and don’t give me the cliché
That all **** sapiens had an equal say

It is not the truth even nowadays
Let alone back in those dark days

For all the years they have chosen to be violent
Slave owners don’t have the right to remain silent

Before giving me the crap on Afro-American’s wrongdoings
Let’s put you in their shoes and see how you’re doing

It’s not like Blacks need a defense from this ground
To see how they get even with you, just look around

Jazz, rap, hip hop, soul, reggae and blues for that matter
Non-black pants below waist, what a cross-cultural endeavor

Look at youngsters’ hands, when they’re saluting each other
Trust me, there is nothing white, it’s all from Black brother

In return is belittlement, denial, tyranny and attack
All while they are transforming and painting you solid Black

It all began in New York with the Harlem Renaissance
Artistic, rebellious and witty. Possibly the best response

I know what I’m talking about with absolute faith
Once my home address was 135th and 8th

Stop pompously calling this junk as modernity
It’s in fact nothing but big fat white sovereignty

Nonetheless you are more than welcome to anticipate
That in fact communities of color will emancipate

You from yourself in time, if you know what I mean
Too deep to grasp, huh? For what you have been

I can almost hear that you’re constantly asking me
While me being white, oh sorry. A brown maybe

Why on earth am I now irritating the past?
Like what happened back then is not manifest

I’m not even black, right. But in all fairness
I question the past to raise some awareness

I suppose it’s both because of my aching heart
Feeling in the history for this vile part

And also because of my Turkish nationality
That’s Europe’s Black these days, with Asian paternity

Add to that as well a keenness for reality
Truth needs to be cried out, it’s my personality

This way or that way, what difference does it make
Ignore who says it. Embrace the truth for God’s sake

Most great thinkers felt deeply for the human
With their vast and perpetual acumen

It’s not a duty assigned to philosophers only
We must do the same, so no race becomes lonely

There is no other way to the salvation of mankind
Notice it already! Don’t insist on being blind

If you’ve yet to realize what matters the most
It’s your efforts to solve the problem we diagnosed

Make no mistake, we don’t cry over spilt milk here
Action must speak louder than the words to clear

This longstanding injustice along with insincerity
A bleeding wound that is blocking solidarity

Here’s your chance to make it all right again
Treat people equally, I bet you’ll get an Amen

Kindly stop acting like nothing happened in the past
Labyrinth’s says it’s time for understanding at last

March 12th, 2019
labyrinth

I must be stupid
For not only not getting why
Authorities don’t print
And give the money away
Until not one soul’s left poor on earth

But also, not figuring out why
All the nations of the world
Are working their ***** off
Yet the only good thing in their lives
Is the increasing amount of good debt

Explain it to me without getting
Too technical with me, to look wise
Before this money thing
Brings about humanity’s demise

This morning home was chillier than grief
And I was shaking like an aspen leaf
Till that first sip of the coffee
Which made me feel somewhat alright again
And, for some reason I don't know
It took me some thirty years back, too
To when my lonely heart was even lonelier
And wouldn't know how to love
Not that I can say it does now
I guess it was worse back then
Maybe down the road somewhere
I'll learn how to love
Or maybe, I'll learn how to love again
On the home stretch or something
Then I met you
Then I loved you
Or I thought I loved you
To this day
I don't know which one is true
Well, whatever it was, I loved it too
For it taught me a great deal
I was the student, so to speak
You were the teacher, so to speak
"Us" was the school, so to speak
I learned what having a warm heart is
I learned how to warm one's heart too
I even learned how one can cool one's heart
From fire to ice
I learned just about everything
From warm to cool
I learned all in that school
I even learned that
If one ices your heart up enough
To the freezing point
It will break into pieces so badly
No one will be able to...
Well...
I'd rather not say it
Not saying it out loud
Makes me feel good
Not saying it out loud, in fact
Keeps me from feeling bad
You were the first love
Hence, the first error
Over and above
An act of terror
I made women suffer me
After you, yes. It's true
On top of my frailty
You were a reason too
Then again, I probably learned best
How to semi-professionally detest
Maybe one more sip of that coffee
Will sort it all out
After all, sun's coming out
And before I'll know it
Home will be the only warm thing around

Lonely loses it
Alone uses it

Now’s your only chance
To live your life and
Create your future
Hence, your past

humankind is weird
acting sort of like parrots
no one wants to hear
the truth, busy chasing carrots

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

Turn a blind eye
To get by

Turn a deaf ear
Not to interfere

You’ll soon turn in your grave
For the way you paved

I have two questions for you
One in the beginning, one in the end
Sometimes you feel that the most
If not the only certain thing in this life
Is the death, right?
Yet, you keep pretending that it is not
Better yet, you keep pretending that
Your little, stupid possessions
Appetites, imaginations
Plans, expectations
Wishes and even hallucinations
Are more concrete, more real, more certain
Than anything else, including the death
Now comes my second question
Why only sometimes?

Twenty years! Still married, so cool
A diploma from the toughest school
Grown into an intrepid super-hero
No sign of an assignment though

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

Need for a loser to win
Root for almost every sin