| About me : | 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
into scarlet. The one who stayed sent their deaths in ships to Black Sea.
I am the Kırım Turk whose screams still can be hurt in Black Sea.
I am the IraqTurk. I am where US troops brought death instead democracy. I
am dying in thousands in front of the eyes of those peacebringers. I am
killed while leaving by wiped off records. I am the Iraq Turk where humanity
is killed everyday.
I am the Anatolia, I am the Turkish homeland.
Greeks, the puppets of British, Armenians, the puppets of French has entered
these lands with salivation. So many heroes, so many youngsters, so many
mothers, so many daughters, so many grandfathers and grandfathers are buried
into my soil, so many babies, born and unborn, felt to my land with bullets
on their bodies. Some were burnt alive in mosques, they called "Alah" in
their last breathe. Raped girls have jumped into wells, heads cut alive
seeked their bodies.
Here I am, I am the anatolian Turk that lived the tyranny of Greeks and
Armenians.
GENTLEMEN, WHO WAS MASSACRED THEN?
And still today,
Enemy has never given up his hate, betrayer has never given up betrayal and
puppets has never been tired of being strings pulled.
The responsibles of those crimes are trying to touch noble Turkish Nation
with their dirty hands by making Armenian and Greek statues by the help of
defects in ruling bodies of Republic of Turkiye. But it should be known that
this situation is temporary. Turkish Republic whose borders were drawn with
blood and Turkish Nation will stand still a long as the world turns.
"We Turks are a people who, throughout our history, have been the very
embodiment of freedom and independence." K. Ataturk
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