My soul valued them and chose their speech carefully

The morning of a night that ends is a rush.

This is a vicious circle that goes on silently.

Another big day that goes by with its night and day, its darkness and its light.

What do you think about life, what are we doing in that huge day that has passed?

What is our role in life? I think it's a big nothing.

The only thing we do is to make judgments from where we sit,

Our job is to pull someone, to blame someone all the time.

In doing so, as always, finding a scapegoat to undertake.

We blame the state first and therefore get angry with the government.

We blush, we blush too

So who brought it up?

We.

Then we burden the environment, we find it dirty, but who is polluting the environment?

Again we...

We'll also be called from the suburbs. Our job is to load,

and to find a scapegoat, we never run away, we draw a writer right away,

it's not enough, we blow up a poem.

Poetry that what poetry, literature, literature search.

However, poet means first of all decency, if not, who is how much decency?

or how little decency/indifference is is also discussed.

Sometimes I think too; for what is the need for all this.

If we paid attention to what we choose and what we will choose, would these things happen to us then?

No...

If we tried to keep our environment clean, would we find it dirty?

Again no...

Let's come to the suburbs; do they say so

Those who consider themselves gentlemen.

Actually, I don't like this word at all, I say it only binds its owner.

Which of us has not been from the suburbs from time to time, when appropriate?

I have been among them a lot due to my husband's duty.

He is the one whom we exclude, whom we call slum dwellers, and that some of them

Those people he talks about as if he were talking about rags, believe me, they are much more human than most of us.

You know what I saw in them?

The purity and clarity of those pure hearts.

What do you think they were trying to do when some of us were excluding them?

to imitate us, to be like us,

Even though we don't deserve it

as if we were so superior to them.

They valued us and chose their speech carefully, one by one.

in order not to break a pot.

That's when I think of a phrase my mother often uses for the ignorant.

Say such a word that they will take a lesson from your word, if you do not know how to speak, keep quiet and they will think you are human.

The accuracy of that idiom and how appropriate it is used,

I saw them in those times when I lived among them.

Because those people we call slum dwellers,

They understood the meaning of this word much better than us city dwellers.

Now I ask you?

Which of us is more urban?

Which of us is more from the suburbs...

Or which of us is more human

If it's the place where they live, it's the one that gave them this name.

It is only their bad fate that they should be.

It is a heavy burden that this corrupt order has inflicted on them.