HAPİSHANEYE DÜŞTE GÖR..

Hapishaneye sen hele düþte gör,
Ne gelenin olur nede gidenin,
Kulak duymaz olur gözler bakar kör,
Ne soranýn olur nede duyanýn.



Kapýdan içeri adým atta gör,
Gözünün yaþlarý sel olur akar,
Koðuþta aðaya bir yan bakta gör,
Saldýrýr alçaklar þamarý çakar.



Merhamet arama yere düþte gör,
Düþene bakmazlar üstüne çýkar,
Ýdareden yardým iste de bir gör,
Burada iþler hep varlýða bakar.



Hürriyet dýþarda mahkumsun burda,
Ölüm nerde dersin hava çok sýkar,
Arslan kedi gibi,oluyor burda,
Ayaklar altýnda pestilin çýkar.



Kanun tüzük yoktur boþa arama,
Güçlüler güçsüzün üstüne çýkar,
Gardiyan müdürler yatar odada,
Tenhada býçaklar canýný yakar.



Taþtan hapishane geniþ avlusu,
Dýþarý görünmez havaya bakar,
Volta atar orda cümle mahkumu,
Günler geçmez olur kafaya takar.



Hapishanelere doðmuyor güneþ,
Nerde hani annem,gözlerim arar,
Gelmiyor harçlýðým,aramaz kardeþ,
Birikti borçlarým kahyalar sorar.



Hapishane çilem kaç günde dolar,
Aðrýyor yaralar yüreðim sýzlar,
Oðlaným okumaz evlenmiþ kýzlar,
Gözlerim kapýda bir haber arar.



Hakim Bey ne olur çýkar buradan,
Otuz yýl biter mi cenazem çýkar,
Haným gelmez oldu koru Yaradan,
Yurt yuva daðýlmýþ,ciðerim yanar.



Aman Hapishane düþmem eline,
Bir af yokmu Kardaþ gözlerim bakar,
Düþürmesin Mevlam kahpe eline,
Gözler görmez olur dillerin susar.



Aç insan uyumaz geçmez geceler,
Sabahlara deðin kapýya bakar,
Kalmadý takatým bitmiyor günler,
Buradan vallahi cenazem çýkar.

20.07.2015//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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DROP TO THE PRISON ..


See the prison in your dreams,
Neither come nor go,
Eyes will not hear, eyes look blind,
Whatever you ask or hear.

Step inside the door and see it on the horse,
The tears of your eyes will flood,
See a side glance at the tree in the ward,
Attack, the scoundrels flash the shaman.

Don’t seek mercy, dream on the ground,
They don’t look at the fallen
Ask the administration for help and see,
Things always look at existence here.

Freedom out there, you’re condemned here,
Where do you say death is so boring,
Like a lioness cat, it happens here,
Take the pulp under your feet.

There is no law, regulation, search in vain,
The strong rise above the weak,
Guard principals in the sleeping room,
In the desolate, knives hurt.

The large stone courtyard of the prison,
He looks out into the invisible air,
Volta throws there sentence prisoner,
The days will soon become obsessed.

The sun does not rise in prisons,
Where is my mother, my eyes search,
My pocket money does not come, brother does not call,
My accumulated debts asks the housekeepers.

In how many days my prison pain is full,
My wounds are aching, my heart aches,
My son does not read, married girls,
My eyes search for news at the door.

Hakim Bey, please get out of here,
Will my funeral be over thirty years,
Mistress has ceased to come, protect the Creator,
The homeland is scattered, my lung burns.

Oh, I don’t fall into prison,
Is there no forgiveness, Kardaþ, my eyes look,
Don’t let Mawlam fall into his hand,
Your eyes will not see, your tongues will be silent.

Night does not pass when hungry people sleep,
He looks at the door until the morning,
I have no more strength, the days are not over,
From here, I swear to God’s funeral.

20.07.2015 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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