(Black Rose of Halfeti, Turkey)
My heart is heavy today. It has been for a while. Not because of an unfortunate development in my life, or in the lives of my family and friends. It is due rather to an ongoing accumulation inside that red ticking box of mine of the terrifying news from South Sudan, Chibok, Nigeria, Lahore, Pakistan, Southern Asia, Africa at large, Latin America, the Caribbean, Turkey, Germany and the United States. Coming to terms with the extent of violence that has occurred and keep occurring hasn’t been possible for me this time. Then again, I often get this way: become non-functional, if I let too much sorrow from around me seep through me. This time, I had to let it bleed to a poem attempt.
what’s the matter with the world today?
it is not one sweetest Malala only to feel forlorn
nor a love-filled Farzana helpless outside her unborn
the countless still remaining ageless nameless and faceless
halved alive after witnessing butchery of their newborns
or etched to the bones with their hunters so sadistic
their supplies had mercy to end it all at last
i think of
schools
babies
scorched dispensable innocents in sky-high districts
in routine safe A to B B to A making-a-living-transits
walking explosives under modesty cloaks in pregnancy disguise
the piloting sons their heroes they may not even a second despise
for mauling to their stone-aged lairs more and more younger child brides
i think of
schools
babies
papas selling infant daughters
mamas in silence guilty standing by
brothers uncles nephews proud to lend a capable hand
a bowed head from in-lawed blood-seekers no longer a demand
sisters aunts nieces even if at all around
don’t dare or care anymore to disband
i think of
schools
babies
hülya n yılmaz – June 28, 2014
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An explosive piece, dear Hûlya… reflecting today’s world in its ever increasing inhumanity. The ambiguity of man’s evolution and the development that gives him the power and tools to refine his growing level of cruelty. A power description of reality, that paints man’s progress. Yes sad indeed.
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This issue and related ones haunt me, dear Jean-Jacques. Being aware of the potential of world problems, I still can’t seem to shake off my thoughts on this particular dilemma. And every time I hear something “new” on this matter, I am saddened to the extent that for days I am shaken from the core.
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Saddened and angered at the thought that we who feel are so terribly outnumbered by they who have the power to change things are without feelings.
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…and that the mentality for brutality keeps intensifying, gathering behind itself too many “fans”…
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Amen!… as it was meant in the primeval Egyptian personification of air and breath, considering what brutal man is indifferently doing to our life giving essential elements. I promise to offer more cheerful thoughts to assist you in you a speedy recovery, when next we confer.
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its so nice and helpful….
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Thank you for your visit and for your kind comment. It pleases me so much to hear reactions such as yours. Best wishes!
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Dearest Hulya,
You forgot to add: Iraq.Syria,Iran,Afghanistan ( Meadle Eeast ) .You are right dear,where is the world going on. It seems,God hath created an infinite tablecloth with infinite food stuff on it,but they are all going to tear,destry the tablecloth and burn all the foodstuff with their own hands !!!!!!!
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Dear Aziz, thank you for adding so appropriately more countries. I must admit I did not leave those out with any purpose – or, maybe, yes, I have: if I had included all relevant, my poem would have ended to be an epic one – a genre I am not at all fit to even make an attempt toward…You will understand how I mean this, as we have to some extent communicated about this on a different platform. And all is done in the name of religion, isn’t it? What an irony, to state the obvious!
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Dear Hulya,
You are right. I wonder if there were no religion at all,how people treated each other and did business solemnly in different countries .We ( you and me !!) would like to have a world without any war .There has been an old English proverb: Make Love , not war .How the words of broadminded friends like you make us calm and relaxed,even temperarily ! because then we listen to the NEWS !!!!!
Friends who like to meet each other,either meet with their bodies,or …… with their souls. We will stay friends permanently,dear Hulya .
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The culmination of sensitivity, the epitome of care for a wild world that makes the righteous bleed to death! Excellent piece adelfi mou!
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You have made me so happy with your visit, dear Adelfe mou! Thank you for your notable comment as well.
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How very sad indeed. Thank you for your poem Hulya!
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Kathy, “we” are being forced to insensitivity toward world occurrences that matter the most and probably need our attention the most. I believe “we” can do more. Thank you for your visit and comment.
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