Feb 22, 1999
Dedicated to the Kurdish girl [Nejla Coskun] who set herself on fire in London protesting the arrest of the leader of their movement. My dear friend, I want to let you know that you are not alone.
Can’t You Hear Me?
It’s as though I’m in a prison so lonely,
Screaming, crying, but no one can hear me.
Destined to preach my sorrow,
All alone in a world so hollow.
Fifteen years down this road of pain,
If only my problems would wash off with the rain.
Help is what I’m looking for,
Someone who’ll open a door,
A door to freedom and love so sweet,
Someone who’ll take me off these awful streets.
I need to let you know I’m here,
So I set my body and soul on fire.
You must hear me out,
Can’t you see I do this with no desire?
The fire burns me slowly, but yet I can’t feel a thing.
Trying to get your attention, I don’t even feel a sting.
The crowd huddles around me,
Trying to take me away,
But I want to be heard so I struggle to stay.
The ugly world as I have known it hasn’t yet come to an end.
I can sadly say I’m still without a single friend.
My battle doesn’t finish here, you see,
Because I’m still here, can’t you hear me?
Azar Jazestani, Montreal, Canada
[Written by a young girl who was deeply touched by the courage of one of her peers.]