Neriman KALYONCUO\u011eLU<\/p>\n
Karanl\u0131k bir g\u00fcnd\u00fc, Aral\u0131k\u2019\u0131n so\u011fuk nefesi,
\nToprak a\u011flarken sessiz, g\u00f6ky\u00fcz\u00fc bile sanki \u00e7aresizdi.
\nK\u00f6yler uyand\u0131 korkuyla, bir milletin sesi susturuldu,
\nKimlikler zorla al\u0131nd\u0131, umutlar bir bir k\u0131r\u0131ld\u0131.<\/p>\n
Ad\u0131m\u0131z\u0131 ald\u0131lar, dilimizi, t\u00fcrk\u00fcm\u00fcz\u00fc,
\nBirer g\u00f6lge yapmaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015ft\u0131lar bizi.
\n“Unut,” dediler, “d\u00fcn\u00fcn yok, ge\u00e7mi\u015fin bo\u015f,”
\nAma unutmad\u0131k, direndik, y\u00fcre\u011fimizde bir ate\u015fle ko\u015f ko\u015f!<\/p>\n
Ana dilde dua edemez olduk,
\nMezar ta\u015flar\u0131m\u0131z bile yabanc\u0131ya d\u00f6nd\u00fc.
\nO eski t\u00fcrk\u00fcler yank\u0131lanmad\u0131 art\u0131k,
\nG\u00f6n\u00fcllerde hasret, g\u00f6zlerde ya\u015f birikti.<\/p>\n
Direnenler susturuldu, sokaklar kanla y\u0131kand\u0131,
\nBir halk\u0131n hikayesi zul\u00fcmle yak\u0131ld\u0131.
\nAma karanl\u0131k ne kadar derin olursa olsun,
\nY\u0131ld\u0131zlar d\u00fc\u015fer yine, umut dolar her bo\u015flu\u011fun.<\/p>