Crimson flames tied through my years
Flowing high and mighty trapped
Countless fire and flaming roads

Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
Sisters fled by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

My guard stood hard
When abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow

Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Tahsin Ünlü

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