SHAME ON YOU
I am Kurdish
Inside me beats a Kurdish heart
I was born in Lice
I speak Kurmanci
At school, many times I was beaten for using a Kurdish word
my parents were arrested and beaten, suffering for my word.
My school friends disappeared and my parents knew not where.
My uncles were killed by the Turkish army who pretended to be PKK.
My home was destroyed and my village was bombed.
My cousins were all taken by the army,
tortured, murdered and their bodies mutilated.
One of my uncles was made to join the army and attack this
his own village, but brave he was and took his life.
All use of Kurmanci long years banned.
Our singing and dancing denied to us
joy and laughter was no more.
Our names now Turkish as are those of our towns.
Army constantly raiding our homes, stealing our food
claiming we were saving it for the PKK
Soldiers searching us, tearing the clothes from our bodies
seeking Kurdish music or books in our homes and cars.
My are gone I know not where and my friends are all dead
I had to escape, tell the world of my plight.
I am Kurdish
Many thousands of pounds
to sit waterless in a cold dark lorry
Then the sun shines and I am free
A new country of my choice
I have a home, furniture and TV
A new passport and can go anywhere
Often people ask
'Are you joining us on the freedom march'
Go away I am watching football on my new TV
What do I need to march for
I am already free
I am British
