NOW İS THE TIME
the clutter of that abstract time is
a fingerprint on the ruins of the ancient cities
limbs of unknown skeletons
have been taken out of them up to their hands
starting with their mouths and eyes
the sense of making space of the turnings
that remained distant passes the place where it touches
it passes through all the living spaces
through the fertile womb
through a nibbled apple
through the passions that harass while taking root
it unquestioningly passes into the soil
now the things experienced while we are alive
are unfortunately rather far removed
from creating a new measure
whose subject bears human values
on the scalepan of the day and night
identified with their black and white
interconnected by motion
prohibitions divinely enthroned
suddenly fall down in the middle of our humanity
like a meteor
moving away from the vital one
with a deadlock they impose violence
on freedom for which innocence has passion
within its own nature
the metal coins on whose image death is written
are not widely accepted under their own wreckage
of the blood-sucking fascist dictators
who appraise the massacre of mankind
not having been able to learn their lesson
from the historical range
so now’s the time
it’s time to think once more
decluttering in favor of mankind
in order to bring the days that suit mankind
Serpil Devrim