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[MR-from-NG]

Twinkle has said everything I could have said about Bakala.
Bakala, you are a breath of fresh air. Thanks mate.

[stuballstu]

Well said Bakala

It is refreshing when people can have discussions like this and I include some "Cypriots" in that too without reverting to insults.

There is hope for all Cypriots regardless of their heritage after all

[rawk]

I'd like to second those sentiments expressed by mrfromng and stuballstu, I find your poetry astonishing as well!

rawk

[Agios Amvrosios]

South of the Green Line is called the Republic of Cyprus

This is wrong mate the entire island is "the Republic of Cyprus", the boarders you want to set up is of no consequence at law.

[bakala]

Agios
Do you agree that both TC and GC should give up their Greekness and Turkishness to find a settlement to the problem its only a question mate , not a demand.
I think so many of the tolerant and reasonable guys on the board have said it before that there are too many GCs and too many Tcs and not enough Cypriots
where do you stand on this fundemental bit of the prolem ?

[stuballstu]

Agios

I would not like to see any borders at all and a united Cyprus full of Cypriots. Would would you like to see?

[cypezokyli]

Agios
Do you agree that both TC and GC should give up their Greekness and Turkishness to find a settlement to the problem its only a question mate , not a demand.
I think so many of the tolerant and reasonable guys on the board have said it before that there are too many GCs and too many Tcs and not enough Cypriots
where do you stand on this fundemental bit of the prolem ?

i am for the cypriot group.
the best way for this to start is to introduce greek and turkish in all schools in cyprus.
the purpose of the cypriot is not to throw away our greekness or turkishness, but to use the advantage of having two languages, two religions , on this island.

not to mention that staring viewing ourselfs as cypriots is a good step towards peace.

[bakala]

Universal Soldier



Within the burning village an orphan child just sits
Crying for a mother, last night blown to bits
The mother rags and shredded meat, silently stares back
Her now dead eyes unseeing, stare at her house burned black

Her husband in the rubble beneath a caved in wall
Blasted by the screaming shells that from the sky did fall
A cratered village silent no sound of moving feet
Littered with the bodies whose hearts have ceased to beat

Advancing through the village a single soldier creeps
Rifle at the ready around each corner peeps
On his back a radio gives one more command
Orders from an officer, to far away to understand

Kill them all and clean the village, do it now I say
Yes sir says the soldier, all your orders i obey
Advancing now the soldier, looking left and right
Trying not to break the silence, Grips his rifle tight,

A noise he hears from up ahead, the crouching soldier run
The darkness of a Cyprus night, retreating, from the sun
On a bed of broken bricks a bleeding child now lies
Whimpering and staring with tear stained cheeks. and eyes

Reporting on the radio that a child remains, not dead
The crackling radio voice came back, with the order the soldier dread
Kill them all and clean the village, do it now i say
Make a choice, be Greek or Turk, or traitor end the day

The child now sees the soldier, and on baby legs does crawl
Towards the soldiers booted feet, the soldier standing tall
Kill them all and clean the village the, the radio voice did shout
The child climbed on the soldier’s leg and with baby hand reached out

The soldier coked his rifle a new bullet now he breached
At his leg a tottering child, a baby hand did reach
In baby distressed language neither English Greek or Turk
The universal baby cries, to end the fear and hurt

The soldier shoots the bullet, now almost in a dream
In the smouldering shattered village, a child lets out a scream
The echo of the final shot returns from hills on by
The soldier now stands naked, clenched fists raging at the sky

Im neither Greek nor Turkish, and a Cypriot man ill be
An ending to this murder, I will work my life to see.
He kicked the new shot radio across the cratered sand
With bloodshot eyes he looked around, the ruined village land

And from his naked Cypriot Arms came tiny fingertips
Reaching up towards the Cypriots gently smiling lips
The tear and bloodstained baby safe, now smiles in new warm bliss
A new day dawns, a new Cyprus born,
with a Cypriot tender kiss






True freedom has a hidden price,
for you to have it . everyone must have it. otherwise its just a dream you hold
For if you deny it to others, someday you will wake and realise that the dream has gone with the waking

[Main_Source]

Universal Soldier

Wasnt that a Jean Claude van Damme film?

[bakala]

dunno just wrote it this afternoon
notice niether the soldier or the baby is either Turk or greek
that was the hard bit