Akarsu: What will happen to the nation?

There were many folk poets in this region. It was also very close to the famous Çamşıhı region of Divriği. For this reason, the intensity of emotion was evident in their poems.

Love songs dominated most of her repertoire. Akarsu also had dozens of songs in which she was angry with fate, resented being a foreigner, and felt sad about separation:

This is our carpet from the hands of the oppressor

What will be the fate of this nation?

Gentlemen, everyone is comfortable and enjoying themselves.

What will be the fate of this nation?

My heart burns as I say these words

I'll run to the front and fight

I don't have a homeland, not even a single inch of my land

What will be the fate of this nation?

My wound is so deep, no one is healing it.

Those who are full do not know my hungry state

The man I voted for is not coming to the village

What will be the fate of this nation?

I am Akarsu, barefoot, Mert is ours

The problem in the shantytowns is ours

What should we do? The sheep are ours, the wolf is ours.

What will be the fate of this nation?

Muhlis Akarsu was sincere when he said, "Is servitude befitting a servant?" He was determined. He was cheerful. He was a man of the people with his heart-rending voice and saz. He was a poet who became the symbol of brotherhood, peace and friendship, spitting fire at reactionism in every verse.

Although his sayings on love were not as prominent as his sayings on love, Muhlis Akarsu did not remain indifferent to social issues. In several of his sayings, it was seen that he rebelled against ignorance, slavery and poverty.

I have a problem, I tell the Almighty God

Don't let my enemy fall into ignorance

It gets people into trouble

Don't let my enemy fall into ignorance

His/her conversation is short and doesn't last long.

He doesn't even know where he is.

There is no grain of logic in the ignorant

Don't let my enemy fall into ignorance

He speaks from his own knowledge

It goes from under to over the world

You see, he thinks he is God.

Don't let my enemy fall into ignorance

Climbs onto the roof without stepping on the foundation

Goes west to see the sun

I am Akarsu, oh beyond me

Don't let my enemy fall into ignorance

Muhlis Akarsu was a man who made a name for himself with his entrepreneurship as well as his artist and poet personality. In addition to playing the saz, he tried professions such as paper manufacturing, record and cassette production, restaurant and cafeteria management.

The great poets of the time; He was seen on stage with names like İhsanî, Ali İzzet, Nesimi, Çırakman. With his extremely heartfelt and sonorous voice, he once performed record-breaking works on records and cassettes. He was imprisoned for three years in the 1980s because of his folk songs. He traveled Türkiye step by step. He contributed to the promotion of his own Alevi Culture. He was not given enough use on the state's TV and radio. Belkıs Akkale, Sabahat Akkiraz and many others reached the top with his works. When Akarsu's works were read by other artists, no ban was imposed, but when Akarsu read them, they were banned.

In his forty-five year life, he left behind more than 100 forty-five record albums, 4 LPs, 20 cassettes and hundreds of folk songs. He passed away with his wife on July 2, 1993, in the "Madımak Hotel" which was burned down as a result of a great provocation in Sivas.

His physical body has left us. But he lives on in the hearts of millions of his fans. His voice, which flows like a river, echoes like a pleasant sound in this dome. He will remain as a light of injustice, courage and determination for future generations…

We remember Muhlis Akarsu and the 37 others who lost their lives in the same incident, including Asım Bezirci, Nesimi Çimen, Hasret Gültekin, Metin Altıok, Behçet Aysan, Edibe Sözen, with love and respect. May their souls rest in peace.

Here I come and go from this world

Unfortunately I couldn't figure it out

While injustice continues in the world

I couldn't shape and draw me

The king of lies and hypocrites

He goes and puts the blame on strangers.

The lodge of the saints would be beautiful

I couldn't write me to a mentor

I am Akarsu, I have changed from one state to another

I appeared as a dot in the eyes of the ignorant

I was an ocean and I split into drops

I was so confused I couldn't filter myself