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| From Delegation Fall 2010 |
O national oppressor, God has given me sufficient capacity so
that I can write poetry equal to holy sites.
but I know there isn't any pain equal to your pain, because in
all of the four parts of Kurdistan, there is killing .
O my nation .... I give you my blood and my life .
but I know that my blood doesn't ease your pain, but only makes
the enemy melt under your feet.
Then you embraced the people who forgot they were killers and criminals.
