They Poem by Mehmet Cinarli

Patiently, we stood still, but they forced us to prate
The deeper was our love the more taught us hate.

In one fell swoop, they became the prophets of the land,
And heaped sins upon us as we bowed to our fate.

With a thousand deceits they killed respect and faith,
Coerced us to doubt, to bear malice, to negate.

While hell's crucibles were raging in the open,
They told us stories about peace and Heaven's gate.

Without us they lacked the strength to stand on their feet,
Usurping our power, they crushed us with their weight.