We Were Children Of Senseless Wars... Poem by Ekrem KAZAN

We Are Children
Shut Up While Sleeping, Not When Dying,


We were children of senseless wars...


In the gas chambers of the Auschwitz camp of the nights of broken glass
Emits burning odors
Who are the bastards who promised death to the baby in your swaddle?
A dictator is not born, but a dictator dies, of course...

Enola Gay while living in the name of her defiled mothers in Hiroshima
Could the dust and smoke hide behind the clouds sins
'no!
Crying clouds pour torrential downpour on Hiroshima
It was emanating from the thermonuclear heat, loud screams
The silent heat of death in the ear as it whispers.

What kind of formation was it that made hell live in the world
Someone who melts an object, someone can
What about the rest of the
A three-wheel bike with parched tires
On it, Tetsutani Shinichi is not at five yet
He was naked, devoid of flesh, the rest
A bicycle is a skeleton.

Napalms rained down on a Vietcong morning
It's hot in here!
The sky is hot!
It's hot! those innocent children were fluttering naked because it was hot.

We were also children of Gaza, Aleppo, Homs
Entrusted to the mercy of humanity
You kept silent
If you are not the voice of silence
You made us children vomit blood
Where is the honor that you hid in your conscience?

We are trapped between these walls of the war Declivity
Do not lament us as we die
Isn't it the criminal who sells as much as you throw?
While the wife stays with the doer...

Layers of ash in the grizzly smoke lands
How many generations were born under the influence of not being born
When my hilkatim turns into a freakish
Your truths are your works, we are your children...

Let the children die, let the fauna die, let the flora die
The world that is concrete
Let him return to the abstract
O commonwealth of nations!
You owe us the rest of the time we have to live.

Tell me a story, mom
Without the smell of gas bombs in pain
But what is possible
When the earth descends from the sky, I groan
Halal tissue of white milk has been made forbidden from radiation
While I was listening to the lamentations that dominated my lullaby age...

Those who remain silent when children are dying
But do they not know
Only for us
Shut up while sleeping
Not when I'm dying! .. Not when I'm dying! ..