Peace Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

Rich belligerent people love civil war,
There are many enlightened people helping them,
Those who earn by selling weapons,
They fall into the terror-filled wells they opened.

All those born constitute more than five percent of all immigrants,
Everyone has his own sustenance, every kind of luck is his own,
No matter the amount or form of aid,
It's not about helping a lot, it's about giving a little wholeheartedly.

It has a tone compatible with the color of the flower,
In the long snowy winter there is ice and frost,
The Creator's blessing is special to humans,
Life has an expected end.

It embraces all kinds of absences that come with hostility,
Enmity is broken with beautiful greetings,
Even if it damages friendships,
Peace is achieved through scolding words.