Poetry from Stuttgart Grup Yorum Volunteers
73 Wounds
Oh Izmir, oh glorious Izmir
Officers with doctor silhouette
The torturer executioner is cut in his bosom
I would freeze here
Begins session with all official
Prosecutor’s doctor, gendarmerie
That moment is an indestructible will
My Prometheus-faced Mustafa
Seventy-three wounds were opened
I’m around twenty-eight
In her thirty-pound body
Seventy-three Newroz flowers
At that moment, neither a scream nor a fear
daggered teeth
Parts Alaman serum
Desperate torturers
They cover their faults with laughter
And those who come off
It’s a loud sound, hear it!
Köroğlu’s cry in Bolu
Binboğa is Dadaloğlu’s instrument
Pir Sultan in Banaz plateau
Bedreddins against the armies of princes
Defending honor and fairness
They are our voice
They
They spent their lives in war
Snow melted in Erciyes
The pomegranate stood in flower at Suveren
This is how I smile at Newroz
Once cemre fell to the ground.
Seyit Veyis Boyraz
(Stuttgart Grup YorumVolunteers)
