LOVE IS DEAD

Love is dead
Since God is dead.
Tell all the pretending lovers that;
The theatre is finished,
The army is disbanded,
Our last stronghold is conquered.
Moses for the first time defeated,
Jesus once again crucified,
Muhammad, as is known, condemned to hunger and torture.
Oh Siddhartha! Return to your palace
Where love is sacrificed to lust.
Love is dead, before I said
That’s why God is dead.


Love is dead
And man is dismayed.
Let the earthquake destroy the hearts!
What difference does it make?
Mercy and compassion are two orphans,
Hungry children are my weapons
Abandoned old people,
Raped decent girls,
Civilization they call me.
I saw God for the last time, shortly before He perished.
He was a blanket on a trembling Pakistani woman’s body.
And a summer tent, for sure, sheltering another quake-hit family.
God is dead I knew, so is modesty.


Nietzsche, Russel and Sartre
The grave-diggers of God’s tomb!
Strike fast and hard
This is God, who knows?
He may resurrect and come back.
Patients appeal to Him.
The oppressed is awaiting yet.
The universe is missing His Face.
Only His name keeps the birds singing.
The heart of history beats with His specters.
Oh my God? What is that moving out of the grave?
You gave me this mind, you save!



Turgay EVREN