They call the world Turkish,
as if blood runs one color.
They call the Germans lost,
ghosts in their own house.
They call the world African,
as if roots grow only one way.
But when the word Kurd is spoken,
it is followed by exile,
disowned,
cut from the map.
And if you dare to be Kurdish,
they call you the racist.
And never speak of Jews,
they’ve really been erased.