They Were Not The Criminals But Forty Years Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

They were not the criminals but forty years
But the bereaved have lived lowering the breath.
The all kinds of the criticisms have poured their ears
And they have tried to conceal that their place and death.

They young soldiers, and young policemen were called
By nation, and they only had carried their duties.
The bus rushed to the police line and they were sprawled
On the road, the unknown bullets pierced the bodies.

For a long time they were called the slaughter's names
Never, they shot to the people who were unarmed,
But the masses made the dirty names,
But the self-defense is the reason that they armed.

The attacking the jail by the arms is the democratization?
And the guarding the jail by the arms is the slaughter?
Bullshit! By the communists, only the instigation!
A man talks like that is the only the plotter!

Tengre