TOWER

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

NO CROPS WILL GROW
ON THIS BARON LAND.
NO TOIL OR SWEATING BROW
OR BLISTERED AND BLEEDING HAND
CAN CHURN THE HEAVY SOIL.
THE CRUMBLING SHACK
A TOMBSTONE TO THE PAST
LAY BENEATH THE SHADOW
OF THE TOWER.
THE TOWER THAT REMINDS
US OF THE PAST.
(Turkwords)

TURK :(}