PINAR DOGU - THE STRONG, VOCAL, FEMININE PEACE VOICE FROM ISTANBUL. BRAVO!
PINAR DOGU
Pınar Doğu was born in Istanbul,1981. She is a columnist and journalist at T24. Having graduated from Business Administration Faculty at Istanbul University, she studied at Philosophy Faculty. Afterwards, she enrolled on a certification program about political science, and participated in comparative literature workshops within years. She made interviews with many writers, poets and also politicians in written and visual after having completed speaker course with in the first place. Her poems, articles and essays were published in various prestigious magazines, anthologies and books over the last fifteen years. She has attended several literature festivals and events at home and abroad.
TO THE END
Oh, phoney dreams and colorless sky
Each beauty is losing its worth in time
Life is passing under the shadow of wars
Little or big, bloody or unbloody
Where by unvisible words among guns
only military orders or gut-wrenching requiems
when it comes peace, only silence
The world is fading out from shoot to shoot
How can we distinguish
to be blind or to be in dark?
where are speaking-mirrors?
they should blame us why our hands are tied
as and when required to look at ourselves
the silence harbors cruel and hidden battle
plans
we are, in every moment, losing our unborn
children
oh time lord, when is the end
before the last child is sent to the front
line?
WANTED!
we, all peace-seekers, are labeled as guilty
what about comrades who give an order to the soldiers
to annihilate people, to invade the cities, to
ruin every single piece?
What about rapers who harass women and
children?
What about attorneys who exploit the
evidences?
What about judgers who slap criminals on the
wrist?
What about spin-doctors who make fake news?
What about every single line which hallows the
war?
But, just only we are guilty in the eyes of
government
We, all peace- seekers!
There is a poster on the wall
Peace
WANTED!
SATURDAY SATURDAY
For
Saturday Mothers
They know each other from their pains
Like a blackhole in their wordless scream
They are standing there over the years
Like a stable goat in steep hillside
They are adopting dolour and expectance
Like an agave which bushes out only in lonely
hearts
They are keeping their silence everytime
Like an age of silence without weep and squall
They are waiting only an answer
Like a festering sore in their soul
And there is blood all over the words
We can’t see PEACE, even a letter
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