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İbrahim Güleroğlu

VATAN DUASI

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                                                                                                             Vatan çiğnetmedi namusunu çiğnetmeyecek.