International culture was the word,
Windswept this Marxian thought.
Here, here to meet the parochial ends
Dumped Marx into foolish thoughts.
In this holy land of ours
Violence was an alien word,
Prejudice was a Turkish term
Paradoxical Marxian thoughts they are now.
But as the saying goes: those who forget history are condemned to repeat it.
Has established and is not symbolic now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem