People draw borders
Some, in their own lands
Some, in the mind and heart
Like a death circle of Ezidi*
Beware! Don’t draw the circle.
You are doomed inside,
With me outside
I was born there,
I don’t have to die there.
This is war
This is death
This is poverty
This is hunger
Behind every individual cruelty
Everyone suffocates in their own tragedy
Like drowning in a spoon of water.
I drown in the seas
That is not my body
People’s selfishness washes ashore.
I die due to your borders
I drown due to lovelessness and loneliness
I’m waiting at the border, the limit- of your imagination
Your heart beats in the left
But does it beat correctly and conscientiously?
I’m waiting at your borders
You ask “ Do you know my language?”
Do I care
How many languages you know?
Where is your humanity?
How is your heart language?
I’m looking for a flame
In your eyes
In your soul.
Prometheus never put in an appearance in your lands.
Hatred in your eyes.
Ice covering your heart
Your voice- cold and perishing.
Let me break the ice in your heart.
My bosom as burning as **Amaterasu’s fire.
Let me become your breath
with primeval words of Humanity
Let me look through your eyes
Let me flow through your eyes into your heart
with deathlessness and depth of legendary loves.
The storm gathers,
My foundations are shattered.
Can you repair the destruction of my soul?
Because of them, because of you.
Endless middle-eastern war in my soul
Kiss my heart that bleeds
Let me smell your scent,
No longer smell the blood.
Kiss my orphan lips
Embrace the feelings
Accumulating at your border
I’m waiting at the door of your heart
With my asylum seeker soul
Open your heart
Let me in.
*Ezidi is an ethnic group of Kurds dispersed and persecuted in Syria, Turkey, Iran and Iraq (Kurdistan)
**Amaterasu is a Goddess in Japanese Mythology