On the walls crucified sculptures made
By the human labor of medieval time
Sky kissing tombs in the named parks,
Junctions of streets up to the colossal castles
Memories of the past, paint hiding the voices
The beauties and dignity are seen
Maintaining history that is called museums
Of power of powers displays centers of flower gardens
No rooms for the slavery symbols anywhere recognized
Only the signs of itself
Since the tradition flows following the steps of graves
Broken chains through sets of phenomena
Wind of freedom flies up on the space
Where the history never thought
The same freedom is structured by the modernity
For the sake of security that cannot fulfill
In the name of city and nation state
Tax is collected for the vexing of dignity
Shits and pee on the edge of beauty
Done by the trouble makers to the city
Eyes of images, closed mouths of silenced of past
See the changes by the freedom for the freedom
Under the uncertain security that everywhere haunts
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