New Book From Atır Publications No Place For Intimidation In Our ranks
Book Title: No Room for Despair In Our LinesAuthor Name: Rezzan ŞengülPublisher: AttitudePrint Date: August-2021
In a guerrilla barrel
In a worker’s sledgehammer
In a student boycott
Right there
clenched fists
our poems.
Writing poetry to life, historical action of revolutionaries. And this action, by its nature
involves life in a depth ranging from love to sacrifice. REZZAN SENGÜL conveys this depth to us in a simple language and style with his poems.
By keeping the names of those who marched on the path of revolution for the people, for the homeland, and those who created a revolutionary storm, in his poems, Our poet is making his way through the sea of poetry.
The historical action of the revolutionaries; is to fight for independence, freedom and socialism.
Revolution is not to give in to the force and tyranny that comes your way in this war, to stay true to your goal, and to always walk forward.
It is to stand up to the imperialist murderers and take accountability. It means to ask. In the fight called life
fight like poetry.
“He was in the middle of a fight,
He fought all his life!
Faith , with determination and courage…
Koçak is on the road,
On the course of the caravan of stars…
The body of every fallen person on this road
It creates a storm of revolution.
This breeze is a storm of revolution.”
What is fighting like poetry… From Che to Mahir to those who fought until Liberation see we say. That is how only those who add honor and hope to the leaven of life
fight. With their bare fists and greasy hearts, they write the poem of honor and hope
to life.
They are revolutionary. They are the people who do not give in to tyranny and tyranny. Wherever there is injustice,
there they stand before the oppressor. It is the righteousness of the people they embrace. It is the dignity of the people they defend.
For the sake of which they overcame death and oppression, it is the hope of the people.
“One day, on the way home,
As my mother was walking ahead of me, once again,
p>I’m out of breath, I don’t know, is she aware?
A white wall on our right, with a red paint on it
“Wash our house, we’ll wash your palace!” y
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I read it aloud,
I asked my mother, “What is this?” She glossed over two words,
there was destruction.. .
At that moment, we found ourselves in the middle of the conflict: two cans appeared in front of us from a side street,
anyone, men and women, young and old, who had joined them…
Pepper spray one after the other. exploded, a wild attack…
Every man has the right to respond to force by force!”
The people of slums are those who know life-inside life. They are the places that most attract the attention of the bourgeoisie,
ONEGÖZLÜ PALACES of workers and toilers.
For the people of the slums, the neighborhood is A HOME, AN ISLAND. EVERY HOME IS A POSITION. The people of the slums stand shoulder to shoulder
they defend their homeland, their ISLAND.
The BATTLE AREA IS STRIKE
using the power from production IS THE LIVE PRACTICE OF THE WAR OF CLASSES
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defending the shantytown you have laid your head on.
In the ocean of the people, we will be at the Mooring, Boss and Suvari, and the Captain.
So We will be the People’s Militia. Guerrilla too.
There is no room for frustration, pessimism or despair in our ranks. OUR HOUSE, OUR NEIGHBORHOOD, OUR HOME
Every inch of land is our position. Every person of our honorable people is OUR PEOPLE’S HERO.
We will dream, we will bring freedom to life by dressing our dreams in flesh and bone.
And now is life
Questioning was to question the polluted nights. It was to question the bread stolen from the table, their forgotten smiles
And the stash of bastard deaths!
Now it was resistance, the sole of life was to pay the price of loving people
< p>Singing the most beautiful songs all in unison against the howls of the Jackals!
Not to forget the name of the flowers The smell of the carnation was to protect human dignity Despite all dishonor! for!
And not to postpone the beauties of veiled times To rain and fall in July
To bloom in September is to persist with the wind!
And I know
In a fight If my heart is determined, I will only be a friend with myself!
Despite all its batteredness, it is your bright heart that is still bright
Who can say, that loves are finite, we will keep the love alive too
Resist fascism like our fight!
Obviously, if you question the murdered nights, you will come to the truth of an INDEPENDENT AND FREE homeland. Now
You can’t close your eyes to the reality. There is only one road ahead of you.
YOU QUESTION THE BREAD STOLEN FROM THE TABLE. YOUR HAND REACHES TO THE THROAT OF THE IMPERIALIST KILLER. YOU DRESS
YOU RISE THE PEOPLE’S ANGRY AND TO THE MOUNTAINS OF YOUR BELIEF.
IF THE DISTRIBUTION RISES, THE DAEMPERIALISTS’ MURDERER ARMIES, YOU DO NOT LEAVE YOUR MOUNTAIN. BECAUSE
YOU HAVE PEOPLE AND CITIZENSHIP IN YOUR HEART.
We will turn from steel cores to cores by fighting on every FRONT we step on.
We will triumph by defeating death.
We will not be at peace with death and the enemy. We will not compromise with those who want to kill us.
This is our revolutionary reality against imperialism and its collaborators. Independence, freedom and honor are
growth of hope.
The poems of my brother REZZAN ARE THE SMELL OF ANATOLIAN! THE REVOLUTIONARY IS THE GUIDE TO THE FUTURE.
We will write the poems of our fight in life first.
We will crown the fight called life with victory, in life, with our faith, consciousness, courage and HOPE
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p>May the path of my brother REZZAN be clear in the ocean of poetry.
Revolutionary unionist, poet, writer
Hasan BİBER
