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TARİHİM HEP YALAN HEP DOLAN...
HİDAYET DOĞAN OSMANOĞLU

TARİHİM HEP YALAN HEP DOLAN...



Tarihler hep kanla, yazýlmýþ dünyada,
Irmaklar denizler, boyanmýþ kýzýla,
Zalimler hep zulüm ,yapmýþlar halkýna,
Dersimler kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Yakýn tarihim hep, yalan hep de dolan,
Bilinmiyor nice,güller gibi solan,
Zavallý bir halktý,zulümdü yapýlan,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Devlet yaptý bunu,Halk Partisi baþta,
Dünyada Hitlerle,Stalin yarýþta,
Bunu yapanýn hepsi, þimdiler mezarda,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.



Ölenin yananýn,sayýsý belirsiz,
Sürgüne ,taþraya,yollanmýþ kimsesiz,
Halk Parti tertipte, her zaman hep eþsiz,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Dersim tam bir zulüm,tam bir yara hicran,
Kapanmayan yara,yýllarca sýrýtan,
Yüz binden fazlaydý ocaðý yanýp, yakýlan,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Sadece bu zulüm, deðildi yapýlan,
Toplarla Rize, Halkýydý kuþatýlan,
Asýldý doðuda,bir kadýn þapkadan,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Halkýmýz sahipsiz ,sürüydü güdülen,
Jandarma,muhtardan, korkardýlar hepten,
Halk Parti ezanýmý,Türkçe okutan,
Dersim kanla canla, yazýlmýþ toprakta.




Dersimli Rizeli ,þimdiler mezarda,
Tarih,yapýlanlar, belgesi ortada,
Kimseyi aldatma, foyanýz meydana,
Dersim kanla canla yazýlmýþ toprakta.

01.12.2011//Kýrýkkale
HÝDAYET DOÐAN OSMANOÐLU

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MY HISTORY IS ALWAYS FILLED WITH A LIE...

History is always written in blood, in the world,
The rivers are the seas, painted red,
The oppressors have always persecuted their people,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




My recent history is always full of lies,
Unknown beautiful, fading like roses,
It was a poor people, it was cruelty,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




The state did this, the People’s Party at first,
In the world, Hitler and Stalin are in the race,
All who did this are now in the grave,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.



The number of the deceased is unknown,
Exiled, to the country, destined forlorn,
The People’s Party is in formation, always unique,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




Dersim is a complete oppression, a complete wound, an embarrassment,
Wound that does not heal, grinning for years,
It was more than a hundred thousand, the hearth was burned and burned,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




Only this cruelty was not done,
Rize with cannons, Its people were besieged,
Hanged in the east, a woman from a hat,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




Our people were homeless, driven,
They were afraid of the gendarme, the headman,
People’s Party call to prayer, Turkish,
Dersim live with blood, written on the ground.




Rizeli from Dersim, now in the grave,
History, done, document is in the middle,
Do not deceive anyone, do not deceive,
Dersim is written with blood and soul on the ground.

01.12.2011//Kýrýkkale
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