“I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.”
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sözün bittiği yer…
wenn worte* versagen…
when words fail…
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* Intentional lower-case letter
Related Link: Terrorism – Our World in Data
The number of the countries in the world today is said to amount to 196 (195, if Taiwan were to be not included in this total since many countries do not accept it as an official country). According to the Global Peace Index 2016, only ten out of the 196/195 countries are identified as being “completely free from conflict (Adam Whitnall, Senior Reporter in: The Independent, June 8, 2016)”: Botswana, Chile, Costa Rica, Japan, Mauritius, Panama,
Qatar, Switzerland, Uruguay and Vietnam. If you find the prognosis for world peace as disturbing as I, the article below is a helpful step to take toward being well-informed about related facts first. The report also serves as a motivator toward more determination: namely, to exhaust all feasible venues in order to extend this tragically impoverished list.
[Photo Credit: Self – Sinop, Turkey]
People who are psychologically involved with the pain and suffering of others – not only of those in their immediate circles but of complete strangers as well – are not a foreign phenomenon to me. I am one of them. To the extent that some may define my involvement as an exaggerated level of compassion. Any news on lives destroyed in carnage of the innocent during peacetime prompts in me the need to mourn (the reality of war deserves an entirely different discussion). The sorrow I feel over untamed and indiscriminate onslaughts on humanity at large encumbers my tolerance to face the daily arena of mundane struggles. I then resort to writing poems.
Acts of horrific human-to-human decimation have been everything but rare all around us this year alone, with too many of those vicious brutalities having secured their lifetime blood supply in hatred (as opposed to greed, personal or political ambitions and psychological disorders). Hatred is also the subject matter of my verse below. While my “1” has not materialized by cause of the most recent atrocities in numerous parts of the world, its focus is – as devastating a reality as it may be – as up-to-date as it has been since the beginning of humanity.
a child is born
from the nature’s womb at its rawest
onto the new snow of virgin scents
in victorious roars
world’s notorious beast robs it aside
before the tender cells begin to self-abide
hatred is molded
© hülya n. yılmaz, October 12, 2015
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