This country shaped like the head of a mare
Coming full gallop from far off Asia
To stretch into the Mediterranean
This country is ours
Bloody wrists, clenched teeth bare feet,
Land like a precious silk carpet
This hell this paradise is ours
Let the doors be shut that belong to others
Let them never open again
Do away with the enslaving of man by man
This plea is ours
To live! Like a tree alone and free
Like a forest in brotherhood
a poetry by Nâzım Hikmet Ran
m e i r o 
Ya it is, I really like this piece.
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Mei
Beautiful passionate poem! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much.
Lots of love.
Mei
Beautiful Mei
Everyone has a right to live free on their land
and in their souls….Everyone…no acceptions
my late father-in-law was the first person I ever met
that thought like me..everyone has a right to their faith
as long as you do not intentinally hurt anyone you have a place in
the heavens…he was Moslem I am Pagan with belief in the Divine
we had interesting conversations..he was an honorable man for
he didn’t just “talk” his Faith…Belief….he Lived it everyday
Take Care…
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maryrose
I agree Mary.
Lots of love.
Mei
very powerful poem mei.