Don’t Ask For Her Identity

A Poem for Kobane

Kobane zArok

Don’t ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
with her eyes full of tears.
She must be a Kurdish child of Kobane
Or she might be from Shengal!
Don’t ask for her identity
Don’t ask why her heart is full of fears.

Don’t ask for her identity
If you see a little girl with faded hopes
Know that in middle of her dreams
She was awakened by the sound of gun firings.
To escape the rockets
She would fly if she had wings.

Don’t ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
didn’t act like a child
If you see a little kid with a frown.
She is deprived of a normal childhood
By the fear of ISIS
Trying to take over her childhood,
Trying to take over her town.

Don’t ask for her identity,
Just be silent like the rest of the world.
Even when you see her blood in the streets,
Like the world leaders
Be a coward
And don’t say a word.
 

Goran Rahim

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