What is genocide?
Vanishing a gene!
Genes of virtuous people
Who built Etchmiadzin!*

I opened my eyes,
Hearing genocide,
When my ancestors
Perished in their homeland.

The Turkish emperors
Established cultures,
Killing a loyal nation,
Cleansing them, unsound.

Most nations
Recognized our genocide,
But civilized courts deliberately ignored,
Leaving hopes of sufferers to rot!

How we can forget
Our sad events?
If we try to forget,
Our descent will end!

Kill a young man and say,
“This was war’s turmoil.”
Crush scholars’ skulls
Smash the contents’ core.

To state, “That’s anatomy lesson,
Who said genocide?”

Lance bellies of pregnant brides
With scimitar sword
To guess the unborn sex.
Yet unseen the light:
This is C-section,*
Unnamed genocide!
Run after virgin girls—
Enjoy endless rape
Till they reach a stage
To take lives away!
This is Eden’s garden.
Never counts genocide!
Hurl boys in rivers
In cold April spring,
Forcing them to swim,
Ending lives in streams.
Say, this is a jape,
None says genocide!
Put gendarme on doors,
Counting all households,
Turning houses to prisons.
No one can escape!

Collecting them, then
Chucking them in carts
Pushing them hungry
To sunny desert—Der Zor;**
Then declare, “This is a camping ground,
Never shades genocide!

How can we forget
The ancient land we left?
We left everything—
From pen to ink.
Treasures we forgot,
Plants, animals,
Is it fair to forget
The dear ones we left?
We became immigrants
Near to far-away lands.
Humans’ looked after us
Since 1915.
We started our life,
Working keen and hard,
Begging from no one
Silently, blaming our God!
We became their guests—
Flourishing in host lands.
Never knew others
Hurting Armenian hearts.
They respected us,
This was genetically natural;
Without any knowledge
What meant, human rights!
They called us
Trustful, peaceful,
Precise people
In any job, minds crafts.

Rich Bedouins* took women
As their second wives
After saving their lives
From bloody rivers piled.
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They could not pronounce
Their difficult names.
They called them Miriam
(Messiah’s mother name),
Respecting their religion,
Never forcing their faith!
Same religion as Turks
But courteousness genes, bates.
Every Armenian has a story to tell,
Access the Internet to read agonies there.
Civilized senators, knowing human rights,
Still sinfully deny the century-long genocide!
Holocaust sufferers
Also forgot us!
God, can you hear
How humans bend to unfair fear?
Our deep, unhealed pain,
We feel intensely in our arteries, nerves, veins.
We feel with all human souls,*
Lamenting their losses from core to core.
If every Turk were author Orhan,**
No one will slaughter Kurds and Armenians!
If every parliament respected the human soul,
No one will follow the criminal’s goal.
Killer genes need mapping,
Altering to the kindest type.
Aiming for scientific miracles
Vanish, the genes of genocide!