words of this century are handcuffed
pens are whistleblower
hearts are sealed
we are wounded
our wound is deep
the rainbow is in a welter of blood
the pain of the sorrow is fallen
on the light of the sun
while we mention
about the one hundred thousand
ways from language
suspicion
doubt
to a clean eye
who knows
how many seasons
how much more carelessness
would misguide our direction
let have someone talk about our conditions
to the ones who build a world on our pains
with women
with children
with birds
life digs in its heels
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL