GULTEN DOGRUYOL INCESU
Constantly
Necrophiles are
interrupting our sleep
Every day the
history opens its doors to a different pain
Constantly they
break something away from us
Constantly they
divide and rend us
I called, the
world was sleeping
This grief
wrapping like a moss
Is searing the
hearts of the mothers like a flame
If the
conscience has got involved
The mortals
couldn’t have kept quite so much about the death
The days are
achy… pitch-black
A rainless cloud
is hovering over my head
All the winds of
the world are at me
How much concern
taking away
Oh, when will
this corrupt order be destroyed?
When will it be
taken back from the hands of the robbers?
Which hero will
rub ointment on the wounds?
Mother, the
mountains inside me are tight for my patience
Take me back to
your womb…
Translated From
Turkish By Serkan Engin
GULTEN DOGRUYOL INCESU
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