I want
you to
see me

As human being
out of
flesh and blood

as Muslim
Praying
Alive

As soul
without pain 
without hate.

But what do
you see,
only you?

No, you are
not the only
blind one.

Walking 
crooked
insane

In a white
madness
lashing

shooting

killing.

Are you
dead, on
the ground

shattered

scared?

Get up,
put aside
your weapon! 

Get up, 
take off
the helmet!
Get up,
turn off
the camera! 

Get up
break your
pencil in two!

Now I am
were you
are we

manifestos

of God

I want you
to
see me.

Not running
fearing for
my life.

Not burning,
not bitter,
without
dignity.

I am not
begging
for acceptance

for love
for peace
for absolution

I do
not
beg.

I want
you to
see me.

Cansev Duru