The Perfumed Terror Poem by Madrason .

Frozen flowers in the summer
spring-tide of a despot runs
the stench of false roses
the stench filled air of lies
the judges are incarcerated
the freedomfighters heads role
on the boots of Erdoturks
like a poppy-flower field
they yield despair an era gone
a drug addicted violent species
rises like a bloodthirsty bird
If Kemal would have heard
he'd kick that Erdoass to peaces
no more coups and no more Nizzas
what a weekends holiday
a world falling in dismay
the fatigue of hazardous times
the Muezzin which stopped to
pray his rhythmic rhymes
the Sura of a cow
or coward? M