🔥 POEM — “Same Dust, One Saddle”
Boots hit dirt before sunrise breaks,
Coffee black, no time for mistakes.
Ropes get tight, the gate flies wide,
You don’t tame the bull — you learn to ride.
Faith ain’t clean, it’s calloused hands,
Oil-field prayers and desert land.
We fall, we bleed, we climb again,
Same fire burns in every man.
בוץ על המגפיים, לב חשוף,
לא מחפשים נוח — מחפשים אמת לעוף.
נופלים וקמים, זה החוק הישן,
לב אחד שורד — עם אחד, אדם.
Bucking broncos, busted pride,
Learn real fast who’s real inside.
You don’t win by standing tall,
You win when you answer the call.
If you’re scared — say it!
If you’re broken — stay in!
If you fall — get up!
If you hear the call — saddle up!
Toprak aynı, yol aynı,
Kalp atışı — hiç fark saymaz.
Texas, Türkiye — tek nefes,
Aynı dua, aynı ses.
Same dust storms, different skies,
Same damn tears in grown men’s eyes.
We don’t run when pressure hits,
Steel gets strong where it resists.
मिट्टी वही, रास्ता वही,
दिल की आग सबमें सही।
गिरते हैं हम, फिर उठते हैं,
एक ही पुकार — सब सुनते हैं।
No difference!
No borders!
Same dust!
One order!
Ride together — or don’t ride at all!
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