My God Is Black. Hıdır Eren Çelik

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СКАЧАТЬ whom are we occupying new countries?

       Inexhaustible is my blood

      Inexhaustible is the blood in my veins

      While spreading the cement

      to the sound of the trowel

      I sing my song

      – a song of freedom –

      The hardness of the stone of earth

      toughens my heart

      I experienced storms

      I was killed

      crucified

      executed like Pir Sultan Abdal* …

      And yet again

      again I am risen

      I am feeling the hardness of the stone in my

      heart

*Turkish folk poet from the 16th century, executed under the Ottoman Empire

       Wanted

      House cleaner wanted

      – a young man

      from faraway countries

      black hair

      brown eyes

      big hands –

      five Marks per hour

      A family wanted

      for an attic apartment

      – no heater

      no shower

      no window for ventilation

      When it rains, water drips through the roof

      But it is good and a luxury

      and affordable for foreigners –

      Two months’ rent deposit

      rent of seven hundred

      heating costs excluded …

       Man must not keep silent

      No sense does it make

      to keep silent!

      On the side of

      the enemy of freedom

      is man,

      if he keeps silent.

      It is the biggest slavery,

      to show respect towards the enemy

      through silence.

      Man must not

      keep silent,

      he must break through the pain,

      to free his heart

      and proclaiming liberated

      the feelings of his heart.

       What is homeland?

      My fatherland …

      is international

      My home …

      is everywhere

      My nation …

      are the people of this world

      My skin colour …

      is black

      white

      yellow

      a mixture mother earth

       Once upon a time …

      Once upon a time there was a man

      he lived in a country

      where there was no work

      he dreamed of work

      Once upon a time there was a man

      he lived in a village

      lying on a high mountain

      there he dreamt of a big city

      which he never saw in his life

      Once upon a time there was a man

      He could neither read nor write

      and one day he heard of a wonderland

      he dreamt of Germany

      Once upon a time there was a man

      who received a letter from an office

      there was written

      >>Congratulations

      You got a job in a foreign country<<

      Once upon a time there was a man

      he sought his fortune in Germany

      he began working as a brick-layer

      and jumped over a wall

      fell into a destroyed factory

      and rebuilt it

      he always told his colleagues

      this is my

      my factory …

      He worked day and night

      There were no weekends

      He went home just to sleep

      And so he lived in a dream

      God´s gift

      a room with four fellow countrymen

      where he felt, as though he was in a paradise

      he dreamt day and night

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