The people of kurdistan
As they glide over our heads
And awake us from our beds
We see a bright light
Which whipes us out of sight
And an army of soldiers from hell
Under the command of the devil himself
Brings terror and horror to those on the face of earth
Using money and power to decide what we are worth
The melody of our screams
And the broken shards of our dreams
Bring crooked smiles on faces of our enemies
With the wise word of our elders
We arise from their destruction and our grounds
And the sound of our people to which our souls are bound
The sound of our determination clear and loud
We destroy every wall in our way with the help of our brothers and sisters
Fighting and working together for our future
Without breaking our posture
We march ahead with our heads held high
And our eyes kept dry
With the help of our symbol and leader Abdullah Öçalan
We hope to have a home in which we can speak and be Kurdish in a land we call Kurdistan
Because we are the children and people of our mother land Kurdistan!!!
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War
PoesiaA book full of poems about war and unity (mainly for the kurds, but it could be classified to be written for other people too.)
