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On the borders of Kurdistan
On the borders
Where throats are
Choked with good-byes
And eagerness is
Suspended in the eyes
And people asked
When.. where are we? why..? !
Here a child dies..
There a baby lies, and
Another face-down cries:
My wound is hurting
My breath is hurting
My stomach is hurting,
Mother: Am I to die?
And my white pigeon? !
Are we going to die?
In tears she said:
There beyond the border posts..
Only days: we won't die
For us, God will try..
Again, the child cries:
Will my pigeon die?
Mother: I love her..
She is my life
Because I love,
She does not deserve to die
I love her...
All broke in tears
Dear.. your pigeon died
When the planes pried
And she broke in tears
My white pigeon was gassed? !
My Kurdish pigeon died
Mother.. my hair is falling
why? Am I do die?
Some water please..
W-a-t-e-r...