Your Game Is Up
if Kurdistan exists in the future
If Kurdistan rises, your game is done.
No more thrones, no more guns.
No more masters, no more pawns—
just the fire of a people reborn.
No rich, no poor, no poisoned lies,
no golden towers scraping skies.
No borders drawn by foreign hands,
just mountain hearts and sacred lands.
If Kurdistan stands, your shadow breaks,
your stolen oil, your silent stakes—
exposed beneath a sun so high,
even your flags will fear the sky.
We won’t beg, won’t kneel, won’t crawl.
We will speak the language you tried to maul.
And every grave you made too soon
will bloom rebellion under the moon.
So count your coins, your last parade—
the dawn is sharp, the debts are paid.
You wrote the world in blood and fraud.
But Kurdistan will rewrite God.
Your game is up. The truth won't sleep.
This time, the land is ours to keep.