The Kurdish Question – a poem for Rojava
Why do I ache for Kurdistan?
Say, why should this English Scot care?
Why stir my heart, my atheist soul?
It’s miles to here from out there
Why does my hard and rational mind
agree with my heart this is right?
Why can humanity seek and find
new hope through this brave Kurdish fight?
How is it Kurdishness is a ‘crime’?
And, must different cultures agree?
How have they struggled one hundred years
to salvage the right just to be?
How has this age that worships greed
now come to the edge of abyss?
How has the power of human mind
not tended us better than this?
Why must we go so far afield
seek Mesopotamia’s cue?
Why must we look midst clouds of war
to find where the sun’s shining through?
Why have a people who’ve lost so much
still yet got a mountain to give?
Why when their land and life’s at stake,
they show us a new way to live?
How will they face imperial powers:
the modern four horsemen of death?
How can we move this callous world,
whose ‘leaders’ fine words are bad breath?
How does each set-back just strengthen resolve?
Can ‘resistance as life’ set you free?
How dearest friends, can I hope to return,
One tenth of the strength you give me?