Bagdat Is At The Bazaar Poem by Nilufer Dursun

And bombs are falling down the
Shopping centres of Bagdat
Bombing the amber shops
Falling dawn the lonelinest
And private side of of my heart
When I was amased
Deeply amased…
Hundreds of life are becaming smaller
With me together
In the shops of Bagdat
Gold date spices…
Place of Bagdat…
I saw it clear at the twelveth vision.
I’m watching the running children.
Their hands are at their mother’s skirts.
Bleeding profusely one of the children
Is lying down, a very long line of blood
On the ground
In my office, somebody who is respondible
For the human rights asked me insensitively
At the Abbassodarship 'what do you think of this war? '
Is this a war for heaven's sake,
A play of force, gambling on the children corpses.
Let's talk about the black people, the indians,
Plestin, Afgahanistan...
All of thr countries are occupied.
Nether spice shops nor the bazaar
Only the steam rising to the sky
From the corpses
Only the steam rising...
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Poem: Mehmet Atilla MARAS
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN