Poems by Tina Kemran, from the Mehmet Katri & Sari Mehmet family tree's. This page is dedicated to her father Seyit Mehmet 1925-7.11.2007

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Tina Kemran

Corporol Hussein Mehmet Ramadan,
Cyprus Regiment 1939-1944

hasan mehmet onbasi

The war was not over but the Allies were advancing on all fronts, sadly tragedy was to engulf the family. It was late in 1944 when Hussein was leading a convoy in the mountains of Italy. As it had been raining the roads were narrow, slippery and treacherous without any warning an American convoy suddenly came head on from around the bend. His motor bike skidded forcing him off and caused terrible injuries and he died. The official version was 'battle accident' and he was buried at the Ancona military cemetery where he still lies today. His tombstone he is listed as 'Corporal Hussein Mehmet, CY/1217'.

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Seyit Mehmet Ramadan & Gokmen
Corporal Seyit Mehmet in Egypt WW2. Courtesy of Ti
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RANDOM POEMS BY TINA

MAMMA IS NOW GONE

Mamma is now gone. Far away to pastures new,
where birds sing beautifully for the few who
understand their lyrics and hum in time to
their sweet tune, which eases the pain that
runs through their veins, to hearts shattered
by those who wish to exterminate and obliterate
all traces of humanity by offering insincere
promises that fail to materialise and end up
being buried alive under old forgotten trees,
that are starved of air - never seeing the light
of day because, like us, they have no say.
No opinion as to how mankind should express its
desires, in barren lands that offer no respite
from prying eyes and over-sized mouths - who talk
the talk in a thousand tongues and take to the
streets to express their ideals but are shot down
like flies by ancient minds, who only accept that
which is true to them and kick-in-to touch the
new-fangled thinking of a generation that dares to
believe that they can compete in a world where
everything is sold and life is so cheap!
The brave charge forward but are dealt a cruel blow
and are cut down to size, so that this becomes a
lesson which teaches them to accept the status quo
and tow the line that has been passed down from
those who know better and show us the way in which
we must think and stick to our place - by never
answering back or questioning what it is that we
must never, ever know!

Copyright 2005
T. Kemran

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EARTHQUAKE 99

Why are we born, if only to die?
Is this the real world, or only a lie?
What causes such catastrophe?
is it really meant to be
Death and destruction
cannot be God's instruction
The massive deduction of human life,
overwhelming tragedy and incomprehensible strife?
Where are the angels
when you need their help?
Why do they not manifest,
when life is put to the test?
Are they at rest?
Or are circumstances not considered to be the best?

Copyright 2005
T. Kemran

A WOMAN OF NO CONSEQUENCE

A woman of no consequence was she of no importance,
receiving no respect and expecting nothing less.
A martyr to destiny, a victim of her life,
a useless inconvenience, as a mother and a wife
A pointless individual, a scarecrow and a fright,
a worthless human being, who had yet to see the light.

What drives a woman to drink and drink,
to the depths of depravity to sink and sink,
so low into a hole of endless grime
and a bottomless pit of piss and sick?
Loss of dignity, loss of pride,
no longer a mother or a wife.
A slave to the bottle, a betrayer of her child,
a wretched lost soul, tortured inside/out.

No exit-No entry into a society that expects you to fit in,
by singing for your supper, your lover and life!
To the rest of the world, she is dead and buried,
gone for good, out of site, out of mind,
never to darken their door again,
not even bothering to visit her grave,
denying her the respect of three babes.

Copyright 2005
T. Kemran

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HANG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME WORLD

Hang your head in shame world, hang your head in shame,
as the displaced shuffle silently by and the starving ask you why?
Hang your head in shame world and look the other way,
suppress the sighs of the children, as they lay down to die.
Turn your big blind eye world, when the oppressed are strung up high,
ignore the cries of the people, as you bomb them from the sky.

Hang your head in shame world, hang your head in shame,
drown out the tortured voices, with your hypocrisy and lies.
Hang your head in shame world, hang your big fat head in shame,
and hail all the bullies who portray what is evil, as play their part so well,
whilst their consciences they do sell.

Hang your head in shame world, hang your head in shame,
for, at your door, the blame does lay.

Copyright 2005
T. Kemran

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