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Bahtiyar Hidayet: Poem ‘Simvol’

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Bahtiyar Hidayet
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In the city park,
a little girl, dressed like a white dove,
is giving sunflower seeds
to wild pigeons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The big ones turned the symbol of peace into the symbol of war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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Uma reflex\u00e3o po\u00e9tica sobre as marcas da guerra e a perda da inoc\u00eancia, sugerindo que o governo do mundo seja entregue \u00e0s crian\u00e7as para reatar a paz.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":167,"featured_media":82662,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9285,58],"tags":[17639,4856,17640,17638,17087],"class_list":["post-82659","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura","category-poesias","tag-inocencia-infantil","tag-jornal-rol","tag-metafora-da-pomba","tag-paz-e-guerra","tag-reflexao-filosofica"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t