Seçici Kurulunun dikkatine. Şiir 23.05.2025 tarihli "Süt ve Kan" isimli şiirimin kısaltılarak şarkı formuna dönüştürülmesi sebebiyle tekrar paylaşılmıştır,yeni bir şiir değildir. Şarkı formu videodadır.

Verse 1
A man with burned hands
Holding a child’s old toy
He stood like a shield
For a memory that war couldn’t destroy
How many times can a father burn?
That many times,
That deeply
Burned all the way into his heart.

Verse 2
There was a mother
I never knew her name
She died before she could say it
Wrapped in a blanket
But no baby inside
Her last words whispered pain:
“My breasts still hold milk,
But the children…
don’t get hungry anymore.”

Chorus
I’m afraid to walk
in this city anymore.
Because each step I take
might crush the dream of a mother
Or a child’s grave beneath the floor.

Verse 3

Mama ,
Today, another child died.
I asked his name.
“My name was Yusuf,” he said.
Did you notice?
He used the past tense.
He had already given up
on everything.

Verse 4

I’m certain now,
The only sound left here
is the echo of silence.
It’s not the war
It’s the swallowing of words
that kills people.

Chorus

I’m afraid to walk
in this city anymore.
Because each step I take
might crush the dream of a mother
Or a child’s grave beneath the floor.


Bridge

An old man,
kneeling on the ground, praying.
But only the wind answers
blowing like a quiet lament.

Verse 5

Our eyes do not forget what they’ve seen.
But conscience tries to make us forget.
Because somewhere,
even words deserve to die.
And I wrote this
to bury them.
Perhaps in war,
it’s the voices
that die the most.