Adalet

Emine ŞENYAŞAR mother's pain was the pain of this land. He sat on protest duty in front of the Palace of Justice for justice. She was a mother whose heart was high, whose stubbornness was like a mountain, and whose hope flowed like a river. Three lives were sent to the ground and one life was sent to prison. He was looking for justice that didn't work. She became the mother goddess of the pursuit of justice. His body and heart were in mourning, he had a red carnation in his hand and wrapped three hearts in the shroud. He was humbled and heartbroken. The fire of rebellion burned on his forehead. His hope was in the resistance that flared up in his will.

His look was the red of the dawn, blood would drip into his heart every morning. There were dark traces of cruelty in his gaze. The rebellion flowed violently like the Euphrates River. He placed his heart on the ancient city as a pillow and lamented it lyrically. The conscience was angry, the sky was angry, the earth was angry...

He was looking for a voice, a scream, a smile, truth, conscience and justice.