Since remembrance year, our genocide began.
You lost young soldiers, martyred with their guns,
Went all willfully, defending the known crown,
Did not return, lamented by the king’s reign,
By parents, brides, and their countrymen.
You lost your bravest men, and we felt with you sad.
We lost almost all our nation in the draft.
From the newborns to Mounts Masses and Ararat,
Searching the life’s bread from skulls in the mud.
Forget everything, lost every lilting sound,
Stayed years in miseries like birds in unsown hide,
Immigrating with hopes from land to land,
With starved empty hands, protecting our pride.
As years passed by, we could lament not even sand.
What’s left to lament? Dry spirits faint!
If most relatives are gone and every piece of land,
No moods left to find mourned fans lads.
Please, just listen and understand.
This is not narration, real bodies with soulful hearts.
Born in civilization, has history, Goddess . . . God
Everyone reads history but takes it for grant.
Yet some ignore, turning to cold-blooded side,
Leaving unlucky nations for chances to hunt,
Dying for known faith, principles in their blood.

Others forget the “same faith” and, hence, genocide.

 
When you remember your armistice day,*
Please remember for your soldier’s sake
Our slaughtered unborn sons—undelivered ones
Who never grew to become soldiers, young men!
Add another leaf to your red poppy,
Turning remembrance date, humanitarian
As we have not yet regained our rights;
Of civilized hearts, the martyred prides reign.

 
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* November 11, 1918
** Armenian Genocide  April 24, 1915
** Armenian Genocide  April 24, 1915