Sen her çiçeğe hayat veren kansın                                                                                                                                  

Çiçek yetiştirecek en derin irfansın                                                                                                                                      

Kapama bin asırlık o pak pencereni                                                                                                                                                      

Mazluma gökkubbeden açılan sabahsın.                                                                                                                 

Sen Hakk’tan bize armağansın.

Bir ağaç yaprak açıyor, biri döküyor                                                                                                                        

Lamba yanıyor, lamba sönüyor 

Bir insan düşüyor, bir insan kalkıyor                                                                                                                                       

İnsanlar ölüyor sabaha kadar                                                                                                                                      

Gök kızıl, gök sarı                                                                                                                                                   

Kurşun yıkıyor duvarları, rüyaları                                                                                                                               

 Tank altında kırılıyor kafatasları                                                                                                                                                 

15 Temmuz ikinci üfürülüşüydü sur’un                                                                                                                   

Bu gece kan yağdı sabaha kadar                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

 Ve bir hain kanla kaplıyor kaldırımları                                                                                                                       

 Karanlığa düşüyor gül hıçkırıkları                                                                                                                                    

Kasatura açsa da misk kokulu mektupları                                                                                                                       

Durduramaz geleceğe uçan postacı kanaryaları                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Vatan duası titretiyor dudakları                                                                                                                              

Vatan, duasına kaldırıyor bayrakları                                                                                                                    

 Gök titredi, arş yetişti münacatına masumun

Silah tutan esir, hedef hür                                                                                                                                            

Bu gece geleceğe vurulacaktı mühür                                                                                                                                  

Kızıl bir kurşun çıkıyor namert elden                                                                                                                                        

Yalıyor yanağını zift dolu gecenin                                                                                                                                          

Bir ölü aydınlık günlerden kalma yüzüyle                                                                                                                  

Bir nehir aktı parmaklarının arasından                                                                                                              

 Hala mütebessim bütün haşmetiyle                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Nice genç çıktı vatan duasına                                                                                                                                        

Kökü irfan, ölüme koşarcasına

Yüzlerce ruh bu gece göğe yükseliyor                                                                                                                             

Ardından bir gül gözyaşı döküyor                                                                                                                                  

Bir meçhul bulut geçiyor üzerimizden                                                                                                                        

Toprak almaya çalışıyor kaderimizden.

Bir nesil aktı geleceği muştulamak için bu gece                                                                                                                        

Vatan için can vermek dudakta tek hece                                                                                                                      

Hainler, darbeciler, tüccarlar ve kan emiciler                                                                                                                                  

 Mazinin himmetiyle, kaynadı kazanda hurafeciler.

Bir mum yakılmış vatan duasına                                                                                                                             

Nice pervaneler veda etmiş anasına                                                                                                                           

Görüyorum Bel’am’ı sisli mağarasında                                                                                                                            

 Tutuşmuş salib ehli, Bel’am yasında.

Evleri ifrit kalpleri ye’s bürümüştü                                                                                                                            

Mezarında Osmancık bir an üşümütü                                                                                                                     

Hainler birlik, hainler bir ummandı                                                                                                                                                   

Dirilişe muhtaç ümmet, ümmet perişandı                                                                                                                         

Osmanlının enkazıydı bu mahşer                                                                                                                                                

Yoğruldu yıkıntılardan perişan beşer                                                                                                                               

Bu topraklar doğum sancısı çeken bir anneydi                                                                                                                     

Soluk alıyor artık dev, o meş’um seneydi

Vatan duası sokaklardan göklere yükselen bir mahşerdi                                                                                                 

Açıldı tarih ve gördü gözler, Hakikat!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Bu yıllarca beklenen beşerdi                                                                                                                                    

Sustu rüya ehli, sustu Olimposun masalı                                                                                                                                    

 Roma dirilen kahraman karşısında tasalı.

Diriltti doğuştan kınalı erleri bir garip sır                                                                                                                      

Vatan duasına şahit oldu bu asır                                                                                                                                       

Kucaklıyor bu tecelliyi ufukta melekler                                                                                                                                 

Ruh, ışık, diriliş her Temmuz gelecekler                                                                                                                               

Set çekse de dirilişe Bel’amlar Karunlar                                                                                                                       

  Muhammedin aslanlarında Kur’an var.                                 

Bel’am bir büyücü gibi tehditgârdı                                                                                                                           

Büyüler maziden gelen bir tekrardı                                                                                                                    

Bel’am bir imtihan, yürüdüğümüz yamaçlardı                                                                                                             

Şeytandan gelen hayali ayartmalardı                                                                                                                     

Yetişti vatan duasına Rabb                                                                                                                                 

Gelenler ölmeyen diyardan ordulardı.                                                                                                                          

                                     Duamız                                                                                                                                                                    

Sinelerden gelen bir hisardı                                                                                                                                            

Peygamberlerden gelen dalgalardı                                                                                                                        

Vakit vakit semaya yükselen yalvarışlardı                                                                                                                            

Uçsuz bucaksız göğün kapısını çalardı                                                                                                                        

Ses veren ezel-ebed sultanı Hükümdardı.

Vatan duasına iştirak eder Peygamber, ayaktadır                                                                                                              

Ebu Cehil karpuzu gibi düşman, kıvranmaktadır                                                                                                                 

Heyhat! Vatan duası bir alınyazı, bir gün doğumu                                                                                                      

Alınyazısına güneş elini uzatmaktadır                                                                                                     

Güvenmesin ehl-i salib elindeki hançere                                                                                                                       

Ölmedi bu çınarlar, sanılmasın, boş yere                                                                                                               

Toprak değişti, tohum ve ruh değişti artık                                                                                                                    

Ruhlar rahmet deryasında pişti artık                                                                                                                         

Her bahçede bir Ömer var azametiyle                                                                                                                                

Her çiçekte bir Ömer var adaletiyle                                                                                                                     

Nerede kenetlenmişse şer çiçekleri                                                                                                                      

Fezadan kopup geliyor mazlum dilekleri.

Artık gam onlar için bir girdap                                                                                                                                  

Onlar için keder artık bir dönme dolap

Asımın nesli, diyordu ya, nesilmiş gerçek                                                                                                            

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