A Fratricidal War Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

Polynices attacks the brother's castle
With the Argives and seven against Thebes.
The red army blow a bugle and whistle
With the military-uniform-changed Chinese.

The field is full of the brothers' bloods,
The bitter grudge is going down to mind.
On every summer, it rains and floods
It can't relieve the crime and the time can't unwind.8

To draw the foreign power, so no space
To be buried in the earth and eternal rest.
Now, his body is laid on the palace
And world people ridicule his body and detest.

Many people say "It's forgotten war, "
But it's the splendid history for freedom people,
And it's the triumph for defeating the darkness, the war
Will be recalled to the off-springs as the freedom sample.

-Tengre