Ali Baba Karakaş – 03 Ocak 2026
It’s a cold winter evening, I’m shivering
The storm has wrapped everything in white
A sly wind creeps into my shack
The oak logs blaze in the hearth
The fire in my heart is burning me
My soul is tangled in silent questions
As humanity fades, what is left behind?
When each breath is a lie, what truth remains in the eye like a bullet?
If love still lives, it flows like the sea
It holds the one who comes and grows them in the heart
Respect is blue—pure as the sky
If it’s a true friend, it stays deep in the soul
The branch to lean on has withered like autumn
Loves, like autumn leaves, have fallen away
Yellowed and scattered with a single breeze
Neither the sky nor the seas are blue anymore
The window is frosted over
A satin curtain with flower patterns
A sparrow timidly taps the glass
The window won’t open—it’s frozen shut
The gas lamp fails to light the room
It shivers in the wind, covered in soot
Howls have filled the room, I’m gripped by fear
Rebellion has seized my soul, sparking wild flames
My heart screams like bullets at midnight
Those I called friends are gone, where is humanity?
Let my wooden shack burn, let me turn to ash
If humanity is dead, then let me become ash too