Simvol

Bahtiyar Hidayet: Poem ‘Simvol’

In the city park,
a little girl, dressed like a white dove,
is giving sunflower seeds
to wild pigeons.

Do you know what I remembered?
In our land the war began like this:
A bride,
dressed like a white dove in a wedding dress,
was shot by the enemy.

Her white wedding dress
turned into the symbol of red war.
While the white dove was a symbol of peace,
it became a symbol of war.
It seems that
that little girl in a white dress tamed the wild pigeons.
But politicians, whose eyes are the color of blood,
turned even domestic pigeons
into a symbol of war.

The big ones turned the symbol of peace into the symbol of war.

The rule of the world must be given to children,
let children tame the wild big ones,
so that white doves are not painted in red.

Bakhtiyar Hasanov

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