24 By Bedros Afeyan April is the deadliest month unscented, unchimed Bottom welled, marching winds, tearing pages History sanded, blackened red, baked, desert cake Crystal ball darn yarn, music festers, tragedy pounds For they got away, got away they think, clean hands atremble A thousand lies carpet cover our millenial blood lines Progress thunders, defezed, Europa, opa, donner kebab Cannibals, semaphores, taunts, threats, honor gulped fang clubs Their helicopters whiz dream swift attacks, Greece, Cyprus Kurdistan, Bulgaria, Armenia their flag could further rape Civilized society serves measured scorn, coffee, demitasse Just invent invention, damned truth, talent, toil of others Worshipped idols, patriarchal demigods, statues mounted, horsed Supremacy bevy hoards protest our alleged mass graves unearthed Atrocities before breakfast, before chai, before morning prayer, tavli Stolen lands, manifest destiny, exalted ascent through genocide A future bleak in ghettos French, Belgian, Dutch, German Blood grows thin, golden smiles, sharpened plastic scimitars History rises in sharp clear notes: Repent or freeze in salt piles Justice trapped in desert skull mounds, denied Armenian voices Sing lullabies to womb torn babies never saw Moush, Van, Ararad. -- Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in English and also paints and sculpts. Samples of his work can be found on the web by clicking on his personal web pages at: http://184.108.40.206/
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