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This poem originally
written in Kurdish in 1993
1
It was war
That made my first morning
sad
It was war
That cast my book to the sea
It was war
That left me repeatedly
exiled
It was war
That destroyed me evening
play ground
It was war
That deprived me of
(garment)’s flowers
It was war
That drove me to despair
It was war
That made me useless
2
War is found in all aspects
War is flying soul between
being and not being
War is record of atrocities
Between one war and anther,
is barren flower.
Between cease –fire and
cease fire
Is startled sleep.
3
Since my beginning
I have been locked inside
Afence with door shut
behind me
Since my beginning , I have
been embraced
In the convexity of the
cease –fire
Since me beginning I have
been like a vanquished army
Sitting idly behind walls
Or
Like an answering device
For another war combat.
4
I am tired
I am tired of war
There has never been an
evening, that allowed me to throw down my gun, dust myself
,take of me belt.
Sleep softly,
With out having to be
awakened by anther morning battle
I am tired
I am tired of war
War is with out victories
and defeats
I am tired
Since my beginning, I have
been wandering
From war to war.
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