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Invitation

Dear Benito Mussolino! Your excellency,
The president of Italians, dear Duce
I am said that your ships will unfurl their sails
In green Bosphorus
Greatly appreciated, the war is a feast for us
Religion is Arab's, law is yours and the war is ours
Just as how the unfeds run for the meal
We shall march to bloody war
Land your forces on soil or sea
Let us fight, word belongs to rifle
Pencil, brush, marble? Nothing but child's play
Masterpieces be only drawn by rifles
The state established by Chagri and Tugrul Beg
Is regardlessly superior to Italian mongrels
They took our children with them
And marched all along to battlefield through Balkans,
Steel armored eagles were set free
Although victory for you is just a fairy tale
Even if Caesar resurrects and take the head
Anatolia shall be the grave of yours
Perhaps you count on your northern neighbor
We only laugh to German's rage
We know Germans since Attila
Do they have any difference than Armenians?
We call your friend Germania, Nemshe
Someday we may have feast in Vienna
 
Tell them, blackshirts should not worry
Death or life, war is destined
But today you have a thicker head than before
But We are Ottoman and you are Venetian
The Old Rome is just a pretty dream
Dreaming is a human thing
These dreams should be overcome
Romans and Turks should engage
If you don't see our inner fire, you are blind
Just dont make us unsheathe the sword
 
Sound of artillery and explosives are just ballads to our ears
It is just even, 44 million against 17
Relieve yourself as you defeated the Albanian
You really thought the stalwart Turks and degenerated Albanians are the same
Our ballads should be heard
The cold steels should feel your bodies
Buttstocsk may crush many heads
The angel of death should know whom to kill
The bravest of all should be gotten on the ground first
May the rivers run red
The spoilt bride called 'cause' desires his man to be glorious
Establishing great states need great deal of noble blood
 
Do you have it?
The blood of Turks is lava of volcanos
The Old Rome is just a pretty dream
The New Rome is just a hollow dream
Your dream could even come closer to reality
If you didn't have to fight with us
 
Man should be hopeful
Aryans and Turanoids should engage
The nature of time may be slow
To accelerate it, fight us
Even sharper our ayran* and qimiz*
Men of Tekirdağ can crush your men
We may have a dry homeland
We prefer Bulgur over your pasta!
Faccios are just children,
Forty of them would be a bird in the hand to our Efe
If our Fuzuli is an ocean
Your Dante would be a lake beside him
Generals and Pashas cannot bematched
Ye, Italian President! Ye Mussolini!
The hatred of those two races shall expand
We shall deal with the,
Seven faced, seven tongued Italians!
 
Your race was disregarded by Mehmet the Conqueror
How sad he couldn't make it a bit more to live
There would be no Venice, no Florence today!
France would welcome us.
Go ahead, its your turn heretics... We await your presence
Before death and time forestall us
Let your panzers wander around here,
Let our buttstocks sing their songs
Be not a sneaky rascal, like a serpent
Like a Wolf, like an eagle, let us fight
 
Don't think Kılıçarslan died, he still lives within
We got the fire of Attila on inside
Veterans of Kanije are still alive!
Forty one soldiers of Plevne expect you in our borders
Şükrü Paşa patrols!
You know the Battle of Dumlupınar, dont you!
This is a bedrock eternal homeland having
Fifty million martyr guardians!
 


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2024.11.08.

Rubles worth nothing





(I want no K G B)
 

Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
 

And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
 

Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
 
2024.11.08.

Bodiam Sky





always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
 
2024.11.07.

Where's my head going?





I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
 

Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
 


2024.11.07.

Art for 100 (skit)





All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself