Irish poet writes 'For The Kurdish People in Diyarbakır and Beyond'
Irish poet Seamas Carraher who lives in Dublin has written a poem for the Kurdish people addressing to the extrajudicial killings of Kurdish citizens by the Turkish state under the name of curfews.
Irish poet Séamas Carraher has written a poem for the Kurdish people addressing to the extrajudicial killings of Kurdish citizens by the Turkish state under the name of curfews.
Séamas Carraher was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1956. He lives on the Ballyogan estate, in south County Dublin, Ireland, at present. Carraher's poetry has appeared in a number of print and online journals and anthologies. At the moment he lives in a small house in Ballyogan, south County Dublin, Ireland. The poet's works can be found here http://seamascarraher.blogspot.com/
For The Kurdish People in Diyarbakır and Beyond
I’m sitting in a crater in a bombed out mind,
I sit here waiting for the noise to stop
Waiting for these silenced shouts and screams
To waken this fucked-up world from the dead.
I’m sitting in a crater
But it's like the basement of history
And someone's just cut my arms off,
Cut my legs off
Left the rest floating in space in a crater
In a bombed out basement in my mind.
I want to go home, i want to go home
The voice says
Fuck off - i tell him,
But i want to go home, these childlike voices say
Fuck off and fuck off and fuck off,
There’s a queue to get out of here,
Someone turns the sound down on the TV,
This noise these tanks and guns,
These Turkish soldiers in Diyarbakir
Turned the world stone deaf
But still there’s the queue
This waiting list of the dead:
KAMBER MORKOÇ from ARDAHAN,
70 years old, SHOOTING BY TURKISH ARMY'S SOLDIERS,
ABDULLAH ÖZDAL from CİZRE, 21 year old, MALE
Shot by the police,
GÜNAY ÖZARSLAN from İSTANBUL, FEMALE 27,
The report says,
EXECUTED BY THE POLICE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE.
But maybe, maybe its the children, the 73 dead children
'Executed by the police with extreme prejudice'
Or artillery fire or bomb or armoured car
(The list goes on and on,)
Like the child NİDAR SÜMER from CİZRE, 17 years old
Shot from an armoured car
Or YUSUF AKALIN also from CİZRE, 12 years old
Also shot from an armoured car
Or 10 year old BÜŞRA AKALIN one day later:
(Was it the same car, the same killers, one day,
One week, one lifetime later?)
HAYRETTİN ŞINIK, 10 years old, killed by MORTAR FIRE,
BEYTULLAH AYDIN, from ancient DIYARBAKIR,
11 years old, fell AND DIED while chased by the police,
And on and on and on,
HÜSEYİN PAKSOy, 16, dead, after waiting four days
For an ambulance...
Dead and still dead, despite all curfews all courts all the
Lawyers and the arguments,
While those with power talk, the poor people still die,
All 283 voices waiting now to enter
Waiting on what comes after the silence
Waiting entry here to our bombed out crater of a mind,
Where else is there to flee this madness now?
Maybe it's the kids they kill sends me into this heartbroken rage?
Either way, not one of us are ever going home.
You neither, Mr. President.
Dear President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan,
For fuck's sake, stop killing people in Northern Kurdistan.