Poem By An Anonymous Kurdish Guerri

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Subject: Poem By An Anonymous Kurdish Guerrilla Fighter

Poem By An Anonymous Kurdish Guerrilla Fighter

We are a hurricane, we sweep down from the hills to the town.
We roam with the soaring bird and the rushing wind.
We strike by night and by day pass on.
We are the armed hand of the Kurdish people.

We rise like the sun over the darkness.
We destroy our miserable destiny.
We roar, hurl bombs, and are ardent.
We are the life blood of the Kurdish people.

We flow crimson like the Munzur.
We smash every obstacle like the Tigris.
We cascade deliriously like the Euphrates.
We are the swelling anger of the Kurdish people.

We are red roses, we open on the mountains.
If one branch falls a thousand take root,
If one dies we are reborn in hundreds of thousands.
We are the flowers of honour of the Kurdish people.

We are Bloka, we are Axshun and Teman.
We are Sason, Hezil, and Gabar.
We are thousands souls martyred in Botan.
We are the Kurdish people's chain of martyrs.

We were born with the longing of the Kurdish people.
We were created with Kemal and Agit.
We've endured pain and suffering.
We are the pillar of science of the Kurdistan people.

We swore to live like human beings.
We have come as far as today with blood.
We have made peace with the sullen mountain.
We are the cries of joy of the Kurdish people.

We are the army, fire, and rancour.
We are workers, villagers, we are united.
We are hundreds of thousands crying vengeance.
We are the voice of the Kurdish people shouting "rebellion".