Poems of POET SAVAŞ SARIKAYA (TURKEY)

 

POET SAVAŞ SARIKAYA  (TURKEY)

He was born on 07.07.1971 in Çiçektepe Town of Dinar District of Afyonkarahisar. He completed his primary school education in the same village, and his secondary and high school education in Aydin. Later, he graduated from Gazi University Middle Level Management Department in 1994. He graduated from Anadolu University, Faculty of Business Administration, Department of Management and Organization in 2004.

The poet, who works as a civil servant in a public institution, has a poetry book published in 2001. His poems were published in local and national newspapers and magazines and in Azerbaijan. He has participated in many anthologies.

His poems won first place in many competitions. In 2020, he received the first prize in the field of tolerance at the international competition held in Uzbekistan. The poet was awarded the Turan Union Honor Medal in 2020. In 2021, he was among 54 poets from 32 countries in the poetry selection dedicated to the heroes of Bolivia. İn 2022 she was awarded the best poet writer and peace ambassador in Bangladesh.

The poet who writes poems mostly with syllabic meter; In his poems, he writes satires as well as topics such as love, expatriation, separation and death. While writing syllable poems, he uses the pseudonym GENÇ ÂŞIK in his poems in accordance with the tradition of minstrelsy.

The poems are translated into English, Spanish, Russian, Greek, Arabic, Persian,Karakalpak, Azerbaijani, Uzbek, Kazakh and Kyrgyz.

He is a member of the Editorial Board and the treasurer of the journal AYDIN EFESI, published by the Aydin Writers and Poets Association. The poet, who is still the Vice President of Aydin Writers and Poets Association, continues his poetry studies and has two more poetry books ready for publication.

The poet, who lives in Aydin and is married to Sibel Hanim, has a son named Zeki Berkin.

HUMANITY IS DYİNG

          Savaş Sarikaya

I don't know what kind of an era we are in.

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

Innocent cries and bad ones always laughing

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

There are hyena-faced ones who do not understand hungry

We used to be embarrassed before when someone was hungry

The worth of a bite is just as much as honor

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

For the cruelty of the innocent, hearts turned to stones

Interests confused, to justice and knowledge

What is this knowledge of ignorance while living in the space age

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

What is called civilization enters into human blood

It thinks that what it gets away with everything it does

Technological weapons takes away people's lives

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

Greedy covered eyes the wealty is more hungry than poor

There is no mercy, everybody needs everything

Worms have fallen on their conscience, no medicine is profitable

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

There is no respect, love, old and young, we are always one

We say "dumb" if someone has a conscience

What a life is this we are deaf, dumb and blind

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity is dying

Tell me "Young Lover" if this era goes over

With what and how this Earth is accounted for

You cannot pay for your sin with money or loot

Opportunities have increased and look, humanity dying

Translation: M.Batıkan Payza

PHONES

          Savaş Sarikaya

Now the phones are out sir

The world is in your palms

There is everything you are looking for

Search what you want, when you want

Whether you hear their voices or see their faces

But do you think it's enough?

Can you feel the smell of the newspaper

Can you touch a friend's hands

Can you wipe his tears from the screen

Does it give you the pleasure of cinema?

While you watch your favorite artist

Does he see you too?

Come on, turn off your phone

Grab a newspaper

Knock on a friend's door

Hug his neck, pat your back

Tell him you missed him in his most natural state

Go to a concert, to the movies, maybe

Don't bury yourself into the phone in your hands

Back to earth brother

May Your Dirty World Be Yours Savaş Sarikaya

Don't get up early in the morning

Don't say what are you doing

Can you sleep?

It's raining again

Time is getting rid of its dirt

While the man is washing his bloody hands

In the tears of the innocents

Children, flowers want water, love

In every child's grave

There are tears of fathers and mothers

Bombs are smashing

The innocent bodies that I can't bear to kiss

Dividing the pitch black of time

A bullet in the treacherous ambush

Screams are echoing from the man in the moon

Do you know why children are afraid of the night?

Treacherous shadows roam their innocent bodies

They don't know how to fight for ridiculous reasons

They share their toys as brothers

May it be your dirty world.

May it be yours

One playground is enough, they share it brotherly

Hello, Hero Bolivian

           Savaş Sarikaya

Such a war for the homeland

Let the enemy cry when you die

Such a war for the homeland

May your homeland feast

While defending a single stone of the homeland

Or defending a bridge

Stretching your chest to the relentless bullets

If you get hit with three bullets

One for the country

One for freedom

One for the flag

One day the homeland will nestle

One day the flag is covered

One day the homeland is free

Such a war for the homeland

Let the enemy cry when you die

Such a war for the homeland

May your homeland feast

Do not be afraid!

'Cause heroes don't die

They live in the heart of the nation

In the wave of the flag

Every time, at a baby' breathes freely

In the soil and stone of the homeland

Such a war for the homeland

Let the enemy cry when you die

Such a war for the homeland

May your homeland feast

And your name is given to the squares

Your street-worthy name is Aduardo

Your heroism makes a poet's heart tremble

He writes poems for you from far away countries

Mixing a handful of homeland soil to his land

And maybe it will happen

Putting a bouquet of flowers on your grave

Respect you at attention

Respect you at order arms

Hello, hero Bolivian