The country has become a masquerade stage

This strange heart of mine wanted to explain the current situation of my country with a little irony and a little satire. Those who want to take as much as they want and put it in their repertoire of knowledge, those who want to call it garbage and throw it in the trash can and continue their lives as they know where they left off. But if I can make you think a little bit, if I can draw your attention to the corruption of the course of events, I will be happy.

It is as if we are at a ball where enthusiasm and excitement is at its peak. People are in a state of frenzy, some are playing drama while others are swimming in the vast seas of comedy. It is such a ball that the venue is neither endless nor endless. It is not clear whose hands are in whose pockets. People are tossing and turning. Who is a man, who is a woman, who is a human being, who is a human being, in short, who is who is not even clear, the whole of Turkey has become a huge ballroom.

Our lives flow like a lyrical poem. The country has ceased to be the country I knew and is busy with metamorphosis as if it has turned into a masquerade stage. Everyone is in the middle of their own game, performing their mirror skills in front of their own mirror.

Masquerade: Grinding Our Values

At this ball, value has no value left, and the name of the person who is outdoing himself in every race on the stage. There is so much noise that no one can hear anyone's voice or cry. The majority of the people are playing a game of bang, bang, bang. There is always someone wandering around carrying something in their hands. Like orphans living a monotonous life.

Some are like the woodcutter carrying wood to the fire, their hands are only busy raising the temperature. Whispering from ear to ear. The volume limits of the entertainment have been exceeded. Some are soaked to the skin. Either from love or tears.

People are so carried away that they can't hear if you cut off a part of their body, let alone empty their pockets. On this stage, are you looking for a juggler or a clown? There are plenty of them all. In fact, this masquerade ball has it all. From braggarts to hollow speeches, from poetry reciters to poetry reciters, from poetry reciters to poetry reciters. People have lost and even forgotten themselves, let alone the person next to them, let alone their children.

Melting Bodies, Enlarging Bodies

The bodies that are melting and the bodies that are getting bigger and bigger are intertwined, side by side. They are more intertwined than ever before in this country. Those who are melting are looking for help from those who are getting bigger. Even though they know that they are the ones melting themselves. As such, on this stage, eyes have lost sight of the truth, ears have become deaf to the cries! Even melting snow is now considered profit by the tycoons. Hearts have darkened, faces have disappeared behind masks. Colorlessness has become a face and stuck to masks.

Everyone lives as if looking into each other's eyes to see what they can get out of the other person. All mischief and incalculable egotism masked as if to hide behind false expressions reflected on facial features. In this masquerade, the only thing that counts is interest, but we all know, don't we, that the masks reflecting their characters that are stuck on their faces will one day come off.

It is such a ball where straw is mixed with straw, where deceit competes with each other; this ball has turned into a strange stage world where everyone competes even with themselves. Whoever falls cannot get up, whoever flies cannot step on the ground. It is not clear who is on whose arm and who is on whose path. It's all about profit.

A night that lasts so long has been organized that it gives the audience the feeling of a pitch-black night with no morning, no light in the darkness. In this ball, it is not clear who is the drum and who is the gavel. Who will end this ball, when will the ruler step in?

You see people running around the stage. You can't help but wonder if they are looking for the light or the way. As the hours progress in the night, masks begin to fall. Some sober up from their drunkenness, others let their masks slip. Some are still drunk, not sobered up. Most of them have no intention of sobering up either. If they sobered up, they would first spit in their own faces and get rid of their masks. But for that, he will first have to close the door to the world of interest. It's hard to sober up, drink as much as you can, deep into the white night. This comes easier, this is seen as part of the ball. Since we have come to the ball, it is necessary to do what is necessary.

It must be for this reason, some still have their masks on, or have done so in such a way that their lost faces will not fall off. Despite all this, others stand like stone monuments, still not resentful of life. They walk around the stage without masks. They are busy inviting the audience and some masked people on the stage to walk around without masks and not to be afraid to show their true faces. In this ball where everyone is alienated from each other and hiding behind their masks, despite the pitch darkness, they are trying to walk without masks with their bright faces on the thin line of the bright paths they know to be true.

New Horizons, New Expectations:

The audience is ambivalent. For some, nothing can resurrect the past. The masquerade of this country is never-ending, even in the daytime. It is not the poor, but the poor who have given up hope. They keep lamenting that the Masquerade Ball neither knows when it will end nor when it will disperse. And they are sure that even the sun will not rise again.

I've had enough of this masquerade and its fake faces. In this world where every day has a morning and every exit has a descent, this country is ours. I say let's burn the ships, let there be no turning back. The future is in the sky, the sun will surely rise from the sky. Beams of light will illuminate our paths. As long as we, as a nation, first believe in ourselves and follow Atatürk's path. Soon the masks will fall one by one as the dawn breaks. The sun is rising over the horizon now, let's walk together, friends!