English
TürkçeTHE CRY OF “I” S
What are you?
That thousands of people like me
Thousands of “I” serve at your work
Thousands of people are all slaves for a bit of bread,
for a little soup.
What are you?
What are you?
Be wrecked though you are real!
Now people are denying you,
Mind, thought, logic decided your worthlessness.
What are you?
What are you?
The shame of humanity!
The false god of the twentieth century!
Prosperous by oppression!
The gang of murderers!
What are you?
What are you?
O merciless!
Tyrant!
Wrathful!
Sometimes, good people appear among you
Like Sanko in Adıyaman.
Yet, most of them are constant robbers
That help nobody.
Pitiless!
Cruel!
Agha, boss, ruler!
O!
What are you?
Know that Mr. Boss
When people have no tears to shed,
The blood of their hearts will flow to their eyes!
They will shed bloody tears onto their faces
Don’t! Don’t liken that color to the jewel on your ring!
This color is different Mr. Boss,
This color is different, agha, gentleman,
This color is, like the dawn, the blood of people
Who have gloomy faces, pale complexion
Melancholic song
Hands covered by calluses
Tired legs,
Troubled heads
That eight of them can sleep under one quilt.
Know that, soon, billions drops of tears of millions of sad people will become a red sea and smother your disgusting ego madly!
It will surely suffocate you in its waves!
Your existence will be mentioned only in History like Pharaoh
Your being abhorrent will be remembered only!
What are you!
What are you!
What are you!
KAZIM YARDIMCI /ADIYAMAN
Note: How happy I would feel if I articulated the sighs and laments of our people and brothers of working-class.