Nazim Hikmet (and Erdogan, the NATO islamist)

'With your lead-pencil that draws funny pictures
of your Religious Knowledge professor,
destroy that green-turbaned skeleton
of Holy Scriptures.
Build your own paradise
on the black earth.'

(Advice to Our Children, 1928)
Nazim Hikmet

e um excelente artigo, aqui: The sad state of Turkish Freedom.


A Sad State of Freedom
Nazim Hikmet

‘You sell out – your eyes’ alertness, the radiance of your hands.
You knead the dough of the bread of life, yet never taste a slice.
You are a slave working in your great freedom.

You are free
with the freedom to suffer hell to make Croesus rich.
As soon as you’re born work and worry,
Windmills of lies are planted in your head.
You hold your head in your hands in your great freedom.

You are free
in your freedom of conscience!
You are decapitated.
Your arms loll at your sides.
You wander the streets in your great freedom.

You are free
in your great freedom of being out of work!
You love your country as your dearest love,
but one day, for instance, you could sign it over to America
together with your great freedom.

You are free
in your freedom to become its airbase.
Wall Street grabs you by the scruff of your neck.
One day they could send you to Korea.
You could fill a pit with your great freedom.

You are free
with the freedom of being the unknown soldier.
You say you should live like a human being,
Not a tool, a number, a means to an end.
They clap on the handcuffs in your great freedom.

You are free
in your freedom to be arrested, go to prison, even be hanged.
In your life there are no iron, bamboo or lace curtains.
There’s no need to choose freedom:
you are free.

This freedom is a sad thing beneath the stars.’

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a história está muito correcta. a poesia de Nazim Hikmet é poderosa, um dos maiores poetas do século passado.