INNOCENT BLOODS

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Çağla Sonyürek

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The rhythmic sadness of autumn


Is heard with the cry of its enchanted rains


The earth confesses his sins to


The heavens which are deeply shaken by the God of Hell


The tiger opens his eyes with desirable flames then


The sheep shouts and struggles to escape


The winter closes her bosom then hides the shiny rosebud


You, young priest


Scream, and then tell no more of innocent bloods


A new born flower has just woken up from her sleep


The roses start to flirt with the trees thus


Their holy fragrance surrounds the air


A cat plays with the old daisy and


In a room the grey walls lit with black candles


Outside; many human with their monstrous toys


Kill the flowers, trees, holiness for the stone cold building


They say Nature is sacrificed for their desires


You, young priest


Scream, and then tell no more of innocent bloods


At the end of the time reds are mixed with greens


And whites with blacks


Moon replaces its place with the sun then


Oceans become endless blue air


Stars lose their light thus


Planets fall in love and universe fades


You, young priest


Scream, and then tell no more of innocent bloods.

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