They say it is politics,
they say it is history,
but the map’s silence
is carved with profit.
Kurds denied a state,
not by accident,
but by design —
so borders stay open,
so guns slip through valleys,
so drugs crawl across deserts,
so empires trade poison
while we are told to wait.
Our name erased,
our land divided,
so that others may smuggle
under the cover of our absence.
It is not freedom they fear,
it is losing the shadow routes
they paved through our broken homeland.