The three dots

Saints on payroll,
Chaos is more alive
Than peace will ever be.
Crucifix in every park,
People kneeling
And begging for the suffering
To continue.
Haven Islands
For the wrong people
Ignore common tears;
Cities are the center
Of dirt, smearing
Your regular Jon
For profit.
Pray to the number,
Worship the privileged faces
On paper;
Glorify the power
Of the special symbol
On your keyboard.
Collapse and rebirth
Of sages and children
In front of our eyes,
And we are the ones
Reaching to our pockets
To give it all,
To follow the insanity.
Conquering the nature
Into abbreviations,
Decimating the breath
Of humanity.
Breathing in the wild poison
Squeezed from up in the sky,
Losing the will to breathe…
Wake up.
Find your own hands
To take yourself in.
Do the right thing.

This poem is a collection of impressions collected from various countries’ events, timed from 2019 till now (I have been writing this since last year, event by event)
It does not directly reflect my political opinion, however, what I have written is a result of me being inspired by certain events to write the lines you have read.

Hologram

A pile of damaged memories

Gets bigger every time

I think about it;

Cannot forget,

Cannot make it disappear.

All that is left

Is to set fire to myself

And watch it all burn with me.

Crimson embers,

So warm and useless;

Mixing with the images

And dead pixels –

Misunderstood?

Worn out?

Displaced?

I am the odd one out,

Faced with the aftermath

Of the repressed.

A cheap hologram

Of the last truths.

Do not intervene,

Let the embers turn to dust

And spread to others’ minds,

As this is the only freedom

That I will ever get.

Invention

Hair on your hands is hardening

And turning your arms into feathers.

I watch every bone of your skull break during the metamorphosis.

The scream is nonhuman; your high-pitched call for help

Is transforming into a Furious roar.

a wall of flames has covered you and continued spinning around you,

Not giving me a change to look you in the eyes before you stop

Being yourself anymore.

Every string of pain cuts my limbs and presses my skull together.

I fell down.Face is now covered in blood.

But I can still see the  majestic transformation.

The purple eyes and powerful wings.

You are divine.

Ripping the chains to set yourself free

And demonstrating the powerful fire breath.

This is you now, darling.

You are the best.

The best invention I have ever made.