I read a poem today
it speaks of a child’s heart.
The child in the poem looks at wars,
saddened by the killing of human beings
then turns to look at his toys, one by one
all of them beautiful, all of them on the side of life.
Do not ask if toys can laugh
that is what the child says
they laugh, and they make others laugh.
As far as he is concerned,
all toys ought to stand for peace.
He rejoices that he has never gone
and that he never will
into toy shops that sell toy weapons
wherever he sees a toy gun,
he breaks it.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol