Best Kurds Poems

SYRIAN REFUGEES

I'm watching a programme on telly
About the Syrian refugees
Men and women and children
Humanity brought to its knees

I'm watching the desperate faces
The terror and hunger and fear
They're facing their ultimate nightmare
And me? Well I'm just sitting here

And saying 'Isn't it awful'
'Something needs to be done'
Whilst...

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SAD Seasonally Affective Disorder

Some are prone to depression in winter when days get shorter when
less light enters the brain through the eyes and thoughts become darker

I am also affected and when news gets explosive when fighting grows
fiercer when smoke bombs and debris shadow the lands...

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Exclusive Birth Rights

I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability
privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral perpetration
though I propose without any diminution that systematic genocide is not extinct

Armenia and Stalin’s Gulags Bosnia Rwanda Cambodia and Christians...

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Trump Towers in Old Istanbul
Influenced our President's pull
Brown skins do not matter
So let the Kurds scatter
And enjoy the Turkey Shoot Cull...

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Mirror
by Kajal Ahmad, a Kurdish poet
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My era's obscuring mirror
shattered
because it magnified the small
and made the great seem insignificant.
Dictators and monsters filled its contours.
Now when I breathe
its jagged shards pierce my heart
and instead of sweat
I exude glass.



The Lonely Earth
by Kajal Ahmad
loose...

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Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
      broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a...

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Let Me Give Her Diamonds
by Michael R. Burch

Let me give her diamonds
for my heart's
sharp edges.

Let me give her roses
for my soul's
thorn.

Let me give her solace
for my words
of treason.

Let the flowering of love
outlast a winter
season.

Let me give her books
for all my lack
of reason.

Let me give her...

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Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine. I hired him because his work samples were good and...

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I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come from “Birdistan”…..
Okay, that kurd-bird joke one time never went down...

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Restore The Princely States
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Free the Balochs and Kurds!
Sikhs want Khalistan.
Jammu is culturally separate
And so is Kashmir;
And so Ladakh.
(Their religion is different; they sing and speak different;cook different and clothe different.)
How long can we compress dissimilar objects together.
They will burst-- it is nature!

My slogan is, 'Let's...

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The wildly obnoxious things he has done, 
Things Tweeted from the toilet each day,
The bigoted, racist lies of a clown, 
Put on full public display,

Show that he’s got no idea what he barks, 
No idea of his countries real need,
Funnelling money to his own bank...

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Mr. President, I want you, to live in my shoes
To do the necessary things that you must do
To work for your money, not speak friendly words
To feel the pain, from YOUR people, not Afghans or Kurds

Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light?
What...

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An insect,preserved in amber,
Frozen at one point in time,
Never changing,always the same,
Trapped in death
Through an accident of place,
It has its grim beauty,
It pays the price.

A new born baby
Swaddled in its family's clothes,
Comfortable and unquestioning
It grows.

Nature provides crucial moments
When it can break free
To broaden its outlook...

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Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.

Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad
Operation...

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Ngo Dinh Diem thought America was a friend
That turned out badly, he met a bloody end
A State Department cabal thought he denied human rights
They pulled the plug and turned off the lights
JFK agreed he had to go, Diem was hurting our side
Viet plotters then shot...

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