“Farhad Is My Weapon: For Those Who Already Won”
for the Kurdish warriors, who do not ask for victories
I do not come to fight.
I have already won.
Farhad Darya sings in my blood,
and every note is a banner raised over your silence.
You built walls.
I walked around them.
You carried swords.
I carried memory.
You shouted kingdoms into the wind.
I listened to the earth
until it gave me its strength.
You hold stupidity like a shield.
I carry music sharper than iron.
Your flags are fading.
Your names are dust.
Your crowns are cracked.
I have Farhad.
I have mountains older than your history.
I have the quiet of those
who never needed permission to exist.
You have noise.
I have forever.
I do not come to fight.
I do not come to claim.
I already stand on the ash of your victories,
and I do not bow.