I am the Turk in Belene, the one who was sent to this island of death, where Muslims were fed by pork,in order to change his language and religion. I am thousands of Turks who were destroyed under Bulgarian tyranny. Türkçe/ İngilizce
I’m a Türk
I am the Turk in Belene, the one who was sent to this island of death, where
Muslims were fed by pork,in order to change his language and religion. I am
thousands of Turks who were destroyed under Bulgarian tyranny.
I am the turk in Mora. I am 20 thousands of Turks who were burnt alive and
cut like animals by my Greek neighbour whom I shared my bread and water.
I am the Turk in Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Greece and the Balkans. I am the one
who gave his blood for these lands and made them honeysweet.
The Turk, terminated in their farm, in their dream, in their dinner, with
their babies, in their sevens, in their seventies, I am. I am the rest lived
under tyranny of Greeks, Bulgarians Serbians to change my beliefs.
I am the Cyprus Turk. I am the Turk in Cyprus where I’ve been killed for 150
years under leadership of Romen priests and laid without name and grave.
I am the Azerian Turk in Hocalı. I am 5000 innocent Turks who were massacred
in one night regardless of children, women, elder by Armenians.
I am the Azerian Turk in Karabag. I am the one who were buried alive and
rest destined to live to live in inhuman way.
I am the Uygur Turk, who was deprived of his lands where Turks were born,
deprived of his names, deprived of his religion and beliefs and at last I am
the Turk who died still believing.
I am the Turk that was backstabbed by Arabians fed by British golden while
protecting the grave of my prophet in Yemen, Trablusgarp, Mekke, Medine, in
thirst for a drop of water.
I am Kırım Turk. I was buried alive under ice of Siberia where I’ve been
taken in the night of May 18th, 1944. The blood of resisters turned the moon