Attila Elustun

You have burnt and demolished Fucked and stole Tricked Smeared blood You have burnt life And have plundered but could not share You’ve left no equilibrium On top of that you tossed shit Also

Silent screams rising Now in Taksim bright dawning sky /horizon painted in bright red The crimson eyes Of the young resisters flowing Knows going to die and will die If again throws

It would be nice if we could advice and teach our children not to cut the flowers and not to break the saplings of the trees. It would be nice if we could tell to our children how much Mother Nature

You don’t know me yet friend What a weird glance you’ve got? As winter nights grow The number of the time And the storms of clouds Thrown from high towers While hurling ashes in the air of the

And the pens were drawn. If only all days were like poetry. Have a nice world poetry day. ©Attila Elüstün 21.03.2013

To be able to seek refuge to your harbour and to rain on your shores soaking to the skin to be deceived by your eyes sip by sip and to die afterwards but to resist to die to this cursed

“fear and be wrathful of the wine because it is badly red” Attila Ilhan tonight the wine is badly red i have wrapped the stars into my tobacco rainbow in its smoke i am aged

On the table a glass is filled Mysterious hand raised In that glass they will never be able to break a storm. ©Attila Elüstün 30.04.2012

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