Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers? (This is the title , the one below is part of the poem thing)
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they are sluggish men,
Living, against an ever-changing world
Standing sturdy like adobe walls
Droughty like thistles
and resisting, indifferently.
They're dumb, rude and sly.
They lie, with belief and with ease
Even they've got money
They've a talent to look in need.
They underestimate everything, they curse everyone.
The rain, the wind and the sun
They cannot think about for one day
Without thinking of their crops
And they plough each other's lands' borders
Trying to enlarge theirs
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they beat their wives
Their voice is not soft
While they're bullied outside, they become bullies in their houses
They don't read the papers, and stand up
Against injustice, only when they're the ones suffering from it
Even they've got a fountain, everywhere in their villages
They don't wear clean clothes, and always
Walk around with shabby beards
They can't raise their children well
They don't have books, music and art in their houses
They don't brush their teeth for one day
And take their hats off only before sleep.
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they fight when their dogs scuffle with each other
They visit each others' houses
Only for weddings and funerals
They feel ashamed singing a song, or grieving
Laughing is a disgrace, having fun is a weakness
Only when they drink, they become emotional and cry
Beneath a shell of a thousand years,
Their hearts left like kerosene lamps.
They deceive each other continuosly,
With a fear of being deceived.
If they have to go some place
They walk at least ten paces in front from their wives
And as a sign of masculinity
They beat their wives, in the middle of everyone.
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they vote for the wrong parties
Weirdly, they make fun of their own
And believe in outsiders.
The state for them is the Deed Office, bank debt and hospitals
They're afraid from the state and turn tricks to it the most.
They're brave enough, to beat officers in the army
But in the presence of an official -which is strange-
They suffer.
When talked about inflation, they know the prices of wheat and fertilizers
For eleven months a year, leaning against a mosque wall,
A coffeehouse or a tree, they await for blessings.
They're religious with a fear of judgement,
But they are toughies enough to see
A woman's breasts from her heels.
After the harvest, every year,
They go to the city!
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they remove their shoes on the buses
Among the smells of feet and mouth, set up on chairs
Annoying everybody, with a high pitch voice
They tell of their daughters' misfortune
And their useless sons.
Even they suffer in poverty, with gratitude
They believe it's the God's blessing.
And like talking about something petty, in every chance they get
With an unseen pride, they talk about their wealthy relatives
Who are living in a city far away.
They're polite enough to dine in a restaurant
But the minute they're on the streets,
They spit around.
And with amazement at cleanliness and order,
They talk about how living in a city is good.
Why Do We Have To Kill the Villagers?
For they go to sleep in the first night.
Glancing at the stars at midnights,
They don't have a passion to think about other worlds.
They love the sky, if it rains in the spring
And the sun, if the summer grows their crops.
Their imagination is short, and they don't believe in anything new
Without witnessing its outcomes
-Even if it's a high yield crop-
They don't contribute to the world's improvement.
Addicted to their possessions passionately,
The future of this country,
is under their holding.
And they stand like a piece of rock, watertight
Afront the deep rivers of time...
TELL US, HOW DO WE SAVE THE VILLAGERS?