Reia won the big majority,

Mira won the vast majority,

Kreon won the oppressive majority,

Of the votes.

But very very unfortunately,

Freu got just 8 votes more than me,

So he won the electionsabsolutely!!!!!!

Even though I was the second,

Herkum was the third just because of,

One less vote!!!!!!

How frustrating the situation was.

I was very very very angry!!!!

My plans, my hopes, my dreams

Collapsed to dust.

Future of the revolution was still

In the darkness!!!!!

What a pity pity pity anyone said!!!!

Someone said it was the justice.

But for majority it was great success.

I won the hearths, I won the crowds,

Even being referred as

King of the hearths!!!!

How come failure can be success.

I asked to my revolutionary group.

They said that,

People know that

Everything will go same.

So they don’t care who will come.

So all the work is left to the

Their subconscisnous the

The fun underneath them.

Or slight fun rising as oil in the water.

Someone said it was the justice.

But for majority it was great success.

I won the hearths, I won the crowds,

Even being referred as

King of the hearths!!!!

How come failure can be success.

I was walking in pshycocafes.

Seeing how people are slaves,

How people’s time burning as

Rubish in the bed of factory.

I watched showmans.

Not for having fun as taking drug.

Just for seeing how lazy we are.

How we consume not only food

But fast information we get,

As fast food we eat.

I learned from all these,

Everything you, see, hear, smell, taste

Even touch, almost everything

You sense, is OPİUM!!!!!!

That burns the time left

As grain of sand from hard work,

Evening feasts, dances and

Early sleeping tradition.

Even no ritual fills that time in

This strict organization!!!!!!

Showmans showmans showmans

Showmans everytime we watch.

How tonish, handsome, even

So beautiful,but

How distracting, diverting, soothing

The immensive supreme power

Of the working class, the public

We call

Showmans showmans showmans

Showmans everytime we watch.

In music, pictures, tonish pictures

Games as a drug,

They give opium everytime

As a food, drink, game, even as a fun.

I learned that selected talented

People from public they are,

Sometimes with high prices

Sometimes free

They give their opium to you.

So they become so popular,

With having fun fun stressss

Just for sooth sooth sooth you.

For this reason,

I ran to the meeting immediately

While was singing them silently,

But to my mind absolutely loud.

By first step meeting cheered to me

Cheered to me as a coming showman

I jumped on to the big high stone

That I found first.

There was a impressive, gigantic

Mass of labours instead of

Small cunning group.

I started immediately:

“Dear comrades!!!!!!

You know that,

You are working so hard that

Corrodes you!!! On to that,

Gaining what you could get,

That is so so less always!!!

You do not do what you are tended to,

Instead, family traditions,

Cast traditions, organization itself

Suppresses you when you oppose!!!!!

That’s why you are in

All these hideous conditions!!!!!

In fact your souls don’t want all these!

So you are starving lions in cages.

Not lions, dragons!!!!!!!

Could you feel this ha?

This is not a rhetoric question.

Comrades!!! Listen very carefully!!!!!

The thing I told is the the thing I feel

In my body, in my limited conditions!!!!

Our souls wants to dance,

But limitations avoids that comrades.

This same thing also causes problem

In our suppliance of needs.

This is the core of socialism,comrades

Your evening feasts, dances

Pshycocafes, showmans!!!!!

They are just opiums given to you

To make you couldn’t able to think

All these I’m talking to you.

We are just sitting lazy and doing

What told to do and watch what told!

Your eyes are just painted comrades!!

Your senses are just manipulated!!!!!

So we shall not go to pshycocafes

Watch showmans and aftee the

Revolution, we shall close them

Immediately.

Most main and biggest cause of

All these I told is the organization!!!!

Your misery and manipulation is

The strongest evidence you can reach

For winning it, we need power.

For power we need you, the people!!!!

We had it by my candidation.

You may think we need waiting.

But, we are so effective now.

And this is a big changed variable.

Upper class can know that

Something is wrong to them.

So waiting is so risky.

So hurry hurry hurry comrades

To prepare to revolution!!!!!

We lost the elections,

But we gained more power.

We have that, we have no time.

So only solution is coup d’êtat!!!

So everyone who can carry weapons

Must learn to fight!!!!!!

So everyone who can carry intellect

Must plan the coup!!!!!!!

Others must help us

From any direct way.

So hurry hurry hurry comrades,

To avoiding biggest boundary that

Is setted to you!!!!!!!!”

Hurry hurry hurry

Working hard, working so hard

In the day time frustrating hard work!!

At the night or little time,

No pshycocafes instead;

Harder harder harder work

Carryimg metals, woods, cloths.

Making spears, training to rebellion.

Bismarck said:”Iron and blood”

Stalin said:”Iron discipline”

Spears are getting sharper sharper

That will touch to blood.

Also same is happening to metals.

All the materials needed,

Rubish from anywhere,

Anything could gathered from nature or our homes.

Still it couldn’t supplied our needs so,

We stealed more secretly.

From storages, place where workers work,

Even from barders of people,

Secretly and silently.

In small amounts but lots of case,

For hiding our effect or make it seem small

But this work is not torture as

The work in the day.

Hopeful flame of full hope,

Red,orange,yellow flame of willpower.

Was the only meaning we could find,

Even most intellectual ones could find

Even comrade Lio could find.

Carrying, shaping, ordering,

Tick-tocks of rebellion machine.

Intellectuals, planning very hardly

With comrade Lio.

With finding every bit of detail,

With finding various bits of possibility

They are sweating, burning brains

As others bodys.

Meditation, contsantration

Is very needed for rebellion.

Increang so much the

Positive and negative emotions,

Determining their ratios is the

Self control of that energy.

Spells, concantration, magical words

Meditational fight and work,

Maked us allied with human spirit.

Any grain of tire was gone.

Full work with full will and hope.

Just being that was enough us

To arrive that spirit, other part was

Left to our capacity.

In deep, pitch-black, open, late night.

Darkness covered everywhere

Especialy the sky as a blackhole.

Fires of buildings for illumination,

Dismissing bad energies and spirits,

Creating good energies

Illuminated their surroundings,

Like faded browns, blues

Yellows, oranges and fires themselves

Were the only colours of deep night.

Raucous growls of fire were the

Only voices in the dark cave of night.

When the organization was sleeping

The night was awake absolutely.

Men and women hiding alleys,

Carrying special stones and

Bags filled with orange, pink, purple

Thing that has little grains as salt

And brushwoods.

Some strong men were furnishing

Wood and pouring brushwood on it.

This mixture was tried to surround

Building of organizatiors that is

Brown square prism lies down on

One of its biggest surface and

Has 3 roofs.

The biggest and tallest

In the middle one is

Step pyramid, other two were also

Step pyramids, but had ygsteps

Bigger than pyramid in the middle

And their all steps were

Rectangle prism.

Let’s don’t forget the

Tent of the chiftain.

It was in a cone shape

Made of long brown wood logs that

Were nested. Some of them were

Stripping into the absolute black night

In different angles.

From between this log of woods

Some colorful lights; especially

Pink, blue, purple were sparkling.

If you look close to these you may see

Colorful tents but especially

Bright white, some orange and yellow Light.

Lights were bright but not dazzling

If you look to them.

But, weren’t illuminating the village.

Even so you will see coronas of

Those lights in the air

As tight holograms in pinks,purples,

Blues.

Also, some curtains in dark,

In different tones of blues, pinks, Purples, reds that were got lost in the

Awakeness of the nigth which is

Darkness. So their colours seemed

In dark.

Man holding spears

Standing around the tent as

Black brown disciplined statues.

In the sacks they brought and were

Protecting something wrong was

Happening. Woods and curtains were

Cut silently for making holes for

Going in by very sharp metal wedges.

Than those big sacks entered into

The tent so silently,

To the hoop corridor that surrounded

Inner part of the tent.

In that corridor that had

Various colorful objects enchanted

Or not, curtains,

And carpets on the floor;

Some of man holding spears passed As black brown moving statues

Looking around and holding

Sharp, open brown wooden spears

Were protected those

Mysteriously moving

Big open hay coloured sacks.

Little holes appeared on those sacks

Immediately by sharp wedges.

Sacks snealed snealed snealed closer

To the inner part, now somehow

Those sacks were able to determine

Their routes according to objects in

Outside;

Slowly, slowly, slowly

When the tent was sleeping deeply,

When the night was awake purely...

Man and woman appeared from sacks immediately

With and by wedges and spears that teared the sacks.

Workers of the organization

United and attacked to the spear holders they saw immediately.

Spear entered to blood.

As a result , bloodshed.

Spear hit the spear, spear hit the body,

Hand punched hand, hand punched spear

Sweat and blood covered the battlefield heavly.

Actually nobody was dead,but every second

Someone fainted by being hit by spear.

Workers of the organization

United in their unit

Fought so bravely and so willingly.

When sounds of the caos was heared,

Fiery spears long as half of human arm

Bursted from the widows of the houses near to the

Building of organizators.

Fiery spears fell to the surrounding woods.

In a short time anger of the labour class, great energetic fire

Orange, red, mostly yellow from inside,

Surounded the building of organizators.

Than revolutionaries got out from roofs,

Ran and jump beyond to the fire in groups,

They hold ones who couldn’t jump beyond that fire

And who feared to jump.

Lots of workers jumped so,

With revolutionary slogans showing their wills

And powerful energy

They gained from their hard work for preparation.

Men and women hiding in streets

Throwed their sacks after igniting them

By torches.

As handbombs those sacks exploded

On roads.

Orange, yellow shining clouds emerged as

Rising mushroom clouds.

Than yellow from inner, orange and red from outer

Parts of the fire remained.

Those bombs were exploded in various roads of the village.

People woke up in shok, fear and hurry,

So they ran away from their houses by the reason of

Their cruiousity and fear from bombardment of their houses,

Bombs exploded in same, even so in increased rage.

More powerful more bombs.

Even those bombs didn’t killed or made deaf,

Masses were running anywhere they could run.

Throwers of those bombs fainted spear holders they found.

Mushroom clouds appeared between people.

In caotic situation of moving masses and loud caotic noise

Communication was blocked and soldiers moved hardly,

So finding and fainting them by throwing wedges

And hitting with spears became easier.

Those bomb throwing people continued to ran fast

And do what they will do.

In chifteins tent, even inner most part of it,

Fight was continued.

Most of the spear holders in tent were in our group

So spear holders weren’t too much problem,

We fainted them easily.

Chifteins strong priests and priests coming from outside

Were the real hard problem.

We had priests too, and most of us know basic spells

That are working for fighting.

So spear fight turned fight of

Various fires, waters, smokes, rocks, lightnings, rays…

Sometimes we threw enchanted tools

Sometmines we hit spear or wedge to priests.

When they didn’t recognize it was succesfull.

We were good with spear holders

But not with priests.

Our people fainted one by one.

I was with them, holding a spear,

Looking around in the battlefield, what was happening,

I searched as a commander.

When I looked forward, finally the chiftein,

In his white cloth coloured with feathers in warious colours.

He was looking to me with fear and courage, fierce and emotion.

In that superposition moment I cought on a human

I throwed my black sharp wedge to his leg immediately.

Chiftein was fainted, in his superposition moment.