whom are we occupying new countries?
Inexhaustible is my blood
Inexhaustible is the blood in my veins
While spreading the cement
to the sound of the trowel
I sing my song
– a song of freedom –
The hardness of the stone of earth
toughens my heart
I experienced storms
I was killed
crucified
executed like Pir Sultan Abdal* …
And yet again
again I am risen
I am feeling the hardness of the stone in my
heart
*Turkish folk poet from the 16th century, executed under the Ottoman Empire
Wanted
House cleaner wanted
– a young man
from faraway countries
black hair
brown eyes
big hands –
five Marks per hour
A family wanted
for an attic apartment
– no heater
no shower
no window for ventilation
When it rains, water drips through the roof
But it is good and a luxury
and affordable for foreigners –
Two months’ rent deposit
rent of seven hundred
heating costs excluded …
Man must not keep silent
No sense does it make
to keep silent!
On the side of
the enemy of freedom
is man,
if he keeps silent.
It is the biggest slavery,
to show respect towards the enemy
through silence.
Man must not
keep silent,
he must break through the pain,
to free his heart
and proclaiming liberated
the feelings of his heart.
What is homeland?
My fatherland …
is international
My home …
is everywhere
My nation …
are the people of this world
My skin colour …
is black
white
yellow
a mixture mother earth
Once upon a time …
Once upon a time there was a man
he lived in a country
where there was no work
he dreamed of work
Once upon a time there was a man
he lived in a village
lying on a high mountain
there he dreamt of a big city
which he never saw in his life
Once upon a time there was a man
He could neither read nor write
and one day he heard of a wonderland
he dreamt of Germany
Once upon a time there was a man
who received a letter from an office
there was written
>>Congratulations
You got a job in a foreign country<<
Once upon a time there was a man
he sought his fortune in Germany
he began working as a brick-layer
and jumped over a wall
fell into a destroyed factory
and rebuilt it
he always told his colleagues
this is my
my factory …
He worked day and night
There were no weekends
He went home just to sleep
And so he lived in a dream
God´s gift
a room with four fellow countrymen
where he felt, as though he was in a paradise
he dreamt day and night
