Yatti Sadeli's Poetry

Yatti Sadeli's Poetry

         DREAM

Reflects in my every night's dreams

Touching my body in fantasy

Because dreams can't be real

Dreams are still dreams.

But in a dream

I see the natural landscape around me

Is this my country that I know?

Which is now devastated by bombs, mortars and missiles.

I do not believe. . .

Where are those I love?

Are my people threatened with genocide?

Tens of thousands of innocent people were crushed by cannon fire

mercilessly.

Oh if I could change the world, even if I had to sacrifice my life, I would do it to restore the beauty of the world.

Because. . . .

I'm not a bird that will fly away if it has pecked its prey

I'm not a black cloud that will soon pass away if it rains

I am and will remain

Because. . .

This nature is the air in which I breathe

The earth where I stand

And the sky is my shelter

So what can I do without this nature

A piece of silk seemed to slide down

Makes everything look vague

Like in a dream

The air felt tight covering emotions

Who is ready to grab

And it's spreading everywhere

The peaceful atmosphere seems to indicate helplessness

Like a poisonous mist that covers

humans with boredom

The last seconds passed again in the sound of rifles and cannons

Like in a shimmering dream.

Four months were like melting disappearance

Time passes quickly

In a nightmare.

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