So Why Is This Pride? Poem by Ayhan Diril

No support do skies need
To stand on their feet.
Sun needs no strike
To set the fire.
What is destined is happening
With your weak hand
You stop nothing.
In the end
Everything becomes dust.
Night merges into day
Day into night.
You are not much bigger
Than just a drop
In the endless ocean.
So why is this pride?
Why is this fight?

Do not keep your head so high,
It can't be as high as the cliffs
Your cruelty dies.
There remains no names.
All is forgotten
To play any games
You can't find any mates.
So why is this pride?
Why is this fight?

The light in your eyes
Will fade away.
Your tongue will stop
No words will be there
Neither to think nor say.

Those hands will give no harm.
To this beauty, this charm.
Your name will be recited
Through those minarets.
Your name will die
You will be as if you had never existed
So why is this pride?
Why is this fight?