Deniz Atay


Cardomice


I dreamt of a dusky scene
Over a hundred times,
I've pictured the sunshine
On and on, till IT flees
In my little town...

I built homely roads,
With labors so worthy,
I built nice-designed homes,
So decent, without fees
In my little town...

I feared the evil thoughts
And evil eyes, but mostly
The written law for each lie,
Each inequity, each injustice
In my little town...

I made cues but not rules,
They thought, but not fought
For a blind word that's liberty,
In each day of lives so free
In my little town...

The days fade when they fret
The hazy night is quiet and wet,
And when the season of needs
Begins, days and nights not be seen
In my little town...

Here, there are antipols, without
Nothing in between; that means
There's equailty, there's justice,
There's truth throughout
My little town...

If there's equailty, there's sunshine,
If there's justice, anywhere's home
If there's truth, there's a day-night scene
Except for who thinks very hard
In my little town...
Cardomice! ..

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2011
Edited: Saturday, December 31, 2011
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