The Traitor To History And An Ethnic Community Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

Skinny cows bleat at the bank of bleak country,
For prevention, they banned the market fields,
Without the trees on mountains, the rainy
Days, the muds were flooded to the fields.

They wanted to escape the barren fields,
But by the Red Authorities, the borders were blockaded,
And to the sea, they escaped from the frozen fields.
But the defected fishermen were forcibly repatriated.

The corona are prevailing all of country,
But they announced the success, against the epidemics
It never resurrect, on the once broken industry
And it won't raise again the collapsed economics.

In South, yet, there're the glorification to the Supreme leader.
They tried to buy the peace on bribing,
But it was exposed that Moon and his subordinates're the liar.15
And the candle light was the thorough swindling.

-Tengre