A Left Hand Made Verse 6

Let’s quickly massacre our children. Overcut the soft dewlap with a sharp metal and breathe out. Deeply breathe out. Breathe out and let out: All our dreamless night; Our tiredness of nothing; As if we are sinking the white ships in the past; As if we declined an eyelash, On another side of the river bank There are slums and Kurd woman With a baby on her filthy breast Drags sorrow in the colourful rags “Pedro, Donaldo, Donaldo, Perdo, Pedro”... Drags. Shouts. But “we” are hurrying home With a smile on the face Bringing to our children, Colourful roads, residues offered by life As if a chewing gum is other’s homeland. As if a homeland is just this alkali lake of tears (which) In exchange for ”Keva,” (a chewing gum)could not been bought for our child, Never leaves us alone and conceals the past.