My Mother Tongue shakes the balance of your state,
My Women scare your men into slate,
My Mountains have helplessly observed our fates
As seasons pass and winters press, and foundations shake.
A people whom you’ve never seen
Are born with wings to fly over the scene
Of blood and bodies of the badly betrayed
My children are the cradle of death, here watch them laid.
And as the canons growl and howl
You’re left with an odourless foul,
This is your attempt for an angry fix to enrich your soul
With the abolishment of a Kurdish whole.
Our heroes, wounded will not bow
Their souls fixed on one vow.
Our poets and soldiers fight hand in hand
Creating vibrations over your so called land.
Blindly the world watches, only they don’t see
They don’t see that the Kurds are already free
Free from ignorance, greed and hate
Filled with Azadi we recreate.
We will not weep over those we mourn,
Those very roses that cut us with their thorn
Leaving us abandoned, stateless, and rights-less,
Will regret the day they chose to repress
A nation so grand, no matter how much they try,
Kurds will fight back and defy,
Pry all you want, we will not die,
And if guns and barrels are your only conviction
We will fight your attempt at extinction
We are Kurds and we have one reply
You’ve betrayed us enough, this is goodbye.
Consequential Strangers 