Feel in the Blanks

N othing happened to anyone, my dear.
YOU killed yourself,
Long live them...!! Those are the ones you shout out,
It's all a template now,
They can be cropped and lengthened,
Pressed and shaped,
It is also painted a lot,
I hope while suffering all this pain,
Despite his own sins and them,
Saying that nothing will happen once,
There were even those who deceived you,
Our aim is lofty, virtuous,
Then there were those of you who were fed,
Ahhh!! those bastards,
Isn't that exactly what your motto was?
Ahh! Those dishonorable people
Concrete increasing every day,
In panoramic views,
Chests in their frames and monopolies,
And those beautiful landscapes,
It didn't work for you either, you got used to it,
It doesn't interest you anymore, with all your other toys,
It will attract your pocket, it will not attract your attention,
Your children too
In short, your order continues as it is,
Don't be sad, don't be afraid!
Don't let rights be defeated in the pattern of truth,
It didn't help, my country! everyone!
Amen to art and artists,
Especially those poets,
As one of them said, "those beautiful people rode away on those beautiful horses",*
They are the ones you decorate your borders with when it suits you,
You may have benefited from it, but without realizing it,
More damage,
Even though there is no trace of it in all this pain,
Let's not violate your rights!
Life goes on, you, you died yes,
But you stayed with the templates,
You multiply in varieties every day,
In "socialist" media,
You are distilled with care,
On the roads leading to your absence,
For example,
Maybe your uncle is still doing the same evil,
We say "in the other world"
Or
Aww!! Maybe I was scared right there,
He may have become an angel and flew to his counterparts,
Maybe he's getting ready
For your next performance,
Or it has vanished into nothingness
The curtain is closed,
In the life of the universe,
In the part that is included in what we know,
With ecstasy before your serf,
Pray that you never understand this nothingness!!!

* Yaşar Kemal, from the novel "Demirciler Çarşısı Cinayeti"...
** It is thought that the name Rahle comes from the Arabic word rahl/rahal, which is used for the saddle of riding animals.