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BUNLARDA İNSAN...





Garip evde ölse bir duyan olmaz,
Akraba kardeþler arayýp sormaz,
Bayramda seyranda uðrayan olmaz,
Gariptir evinde bunlarda insan.



Çoluk çocuklarý sýcak evinde,
Garibim uyuyor sokakta yerde,
Hayýrsýz evlatlar koymaz evine,
Yollarda yatýyor bunlarda insan.



Maaþýný verir Huzurevine,
Hürmet eder her gün Müdür Beyine,
Sýrrýna sahipdir düþmez dillere,
Gözyaþý dökerler bunlarda insan.



Geceler uzundur sabahlar gelmez,
Karný doymayanýn uykusu gelmez,
Tok açýn halinden inan ki bilmez,
Ölüyor acýndan bunlarda insan.



Çamaþýr bulaþýk her gün yeniden,
Amcalar hastadýr yoktur götüren,
Ekmeði bakkaldan suyuda gölden,
Yataktan çýkamaz bunlarda insan.



Kýþýn yaðmur yaðar çatýsý akar,
Çer çöpü toplayýp sobada yakar,
Borusu tütmezse canlarý çýkar,
Dumandan ölüyor bunlarda insan.



Pazarýn sonunda çöpleri deþer,
Caminin önünde geleni bekler,
Suriyeli olmuþ inan derbeder,
Dilenip el açar bunlarda insan.

08.02.2016//KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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HUMAN IN THESE ...

If the strange dies in the house, nobody hears it,
Relative siblings don’t call and ask,
There is no one who visits during the feast,
It is strange that these people at home.

Her children in her warm home,
I am strange sleeping on the ground,
He does not put unprofitable children in his house,
People lie on the roads.

He gives his salary to the nursing home,
Every day he pays tribute to the Principal,
It has its secret to tongues as soon as it falls,
They shed tears in these people.

The nights are long, the mornings don’t come,
A person who is not full does not sleep,
Open full, believe that he does not know,
People die of pain.

Washing dishes every day,
Uncles are sick and take them away,
His bread from the grocery store and the water from the lake,
People cannot get out of bed.

In winter it rains and the roof flows,
He collects the garbage and burns it in the stove,
If his pipe doesn’t smoke, their souls take off,
People die of smoke.

At the end of the market he digs the garbage,
Waiting for those who come in front of the mosque,
Believe he was a Syrian,
People beg and open their hands.

08.02.2016 // KIRIKKALE
HÝDAYET DOÐAN

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