Şapkadan asıldı,Şehid Atıf Hoca,
Dersimde hep süngü, kullanıldı halka,
Munzur Deresi kan, döndü kıp kızıla,
Dersim kanla canla ,yazılmış toprakta.




Kastamonu tam bir, zulüm bir facia,
Darağacı kurdular,derenin boyuna,
Nice zulüm yaptı,Saidi Nursiye,
Dersim kanla canla, yazılmış toprakta.




Halk Parti kapattı,tümden medreseyi,
Yıktı camileri,sattı vakıfları,
Özür bize yetmez , ver sen haklarını,
Dersim kanla canla, yazılmış toprakta.




Hangisini yazsam,zulüm dizler boyu,
Nasipsiz vicdandan, bunların çoğu,
Savunur bunları, bak ortanın solu,
Dersim kanla canla, yazılmış toprakta.




Korkunun faydası, var mı ki ecele,
Ölmüş gitmişleri,savunma nafile,
Ölen masum halkım, gittiler cennete,
Dersim kanla canla, yazılmış toprakta.




Zalimlere vardır, elbette cehennem,
Özür dile öyle,durmasana madem,
Daha ne zulümler, çıkar incelesem,
Dersim kanla canla,yazılmış toprakta.




Halk Partisine sen,sahip arka çıkma,
Bırak onu terket,göm sen gel maziye,
Eskiye sünger çek,halktan özür dile,
Dersim kanla canla, yazılmış toprakta.


01.11.2011//KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN

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HANGED FROM THE HAT ATIF HOCA ... ..........


Hanged from the hat, Martyr Atıf Hoca,
In my lesson, bayonet was always used, ring,
Munzur Creek is blood, turned to red,
My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.




Kastamonu is a complete, cruel disaster,
They built the gallows, along the length of the stream,
Saidi Nursiye has done so many cruelties,
My lesson is with blood and life, on the written soil.




The People’s Party shut down the madrasa altogether,
He destroyed mosques, sold foundations,
Apologies are not enough for us, give your rights
My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.




Whichever I write, the cruelty is on the knees,
Unspeakable conscience, most of them,
Defend them, look the left of the middle,
My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.




Is there any use of fear?
The dead are gone, defense is futile,
My innocent people who died, they went to heaven,
My lesson is with blood and life, on the written soil.




There are the wrongdoers, of course Hell,
Apologize so, if you don’t stop,
What more cruelties, come out, if I examine,
My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.




Don’t back the People’s Party,
Leave him, bury him, come back to the past
Sponge the old, apologize to the public,
My course is with blood and life, on the written soil.


01.11.2011 // KIRIKKALE
HİDAYET DOĞAN