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A Scene from Mount Sinjar
A poem by Mr Kamil Zheer. 10th August 2014
Whatever I say for Sinjar
And for the epic of Sinjar
Doesn’t come up to the lamenting, crying
And screaming of the mother of a child
Her baby is an infant without any milk or water
Exposed to the sun in the scorching summer
Grilled by the sizzling heat, it doesn’t utter a sound
Tongue tied by starvation and being scorched
Unable to call mother
Thus disfigured, it asks just with the eyes:
Why do you torment me in this way exposed to the sun?
A bare footed person with a goatee beard
Laughed his head off, and then said:
Don’t you know why you die like this?
You are both a Zoroastrian and also a Kurd
Oh mothers!Oh fathers!
Oh brothers and sisters!
Our lot is being scorched and slaughtered
Our is remedy is an uprising
So, get up and go to the uprising
For the defence of the Kurds motherland, Kurdistan
For freedom and independence throughout
For standing up to the enemy and expelling it.
Translated from Kurdish (Sorani) by Mr M T Ali (MCIL)
بهروار: 12/09/2014
947 جار خوێندراوهتهوه
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