I am Kurdish

I challenge Poverty, Privation, pain.
I resist times of oppression with strength.
I have courage.
I do not love angel eyes,
Skin white as marble.
I love the rocks, the hills, the peaks lost among the clouds.
I challenge misfortune, misery, solitude
And I shall never be a slave of the enemy, never grant him treaty!
I challenge batons, chains, torture.
And even if my body lies torn in pieces,
With all my strength I shall scream:
I am Kurdish.

Poet: Hemin Mukriyani *

Translation : Desmond O'Grady