Armenian Poems - Poems about Armenian

They fell by the way... The old The sick The famished Discarded heaps of humanity. They jumped to their deaths... The beautiful The young The desirable Preferring to die than be ravaged. They marched on.... During the day During the night With no destiny in sight Endlessly enduring... The insults The beatings The rapes The stench of death. They bowed their heads... Their blood soaked the ground Their screams muffled Their anguish stifled Their hearts...

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They dragged her away Kicking and screaming Arms outstretched towards My little sister Who lay dying on the ground Her lips parched Her eyes sunken Her wasted arms reaching out “Myreik, don’t leave me!” My father pulled her away from The young soldier’s hands The one who had violated her The one who now sneered “Keep moving….she will be dead Before nightfall.” I hurried after them Stumbling through...

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The Armenian and The Liverpudlian It’s hard to see sometimes How chalk and cheese can mix so perfectly Makes you wonder how the differences of character Can work together He, all forthright respect and daily clarity She, all winsome wishes and artistic poetry And yet somehow they relate to each other By default They weave and intricate pattern Of threads in reality And...

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Maybe the suffering will end soon Hope's only a death away If we're lucky we'll all be dead tomorrow If we're lucky we'll all die and leave behind this sorrow Tired of seeing our people weep Their deceased bodies in the streets Starvation is life, malnutrition's set in Our homes have been taken along with all our men If we're lucky we'll all...

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This child of war, feel as her blood runs cold. Observe the festered wounds upon her feet, the bullet hole in her head. Why would someone wish such innocence dead? Her mother slain by her side. Her brothers and sisters, all have died. Her father cradles the lifeless body in his grasp. Weeping frantically, with hatred in his soul. The demons came and murdered, left...

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Ages have past, but the past never forgotten ever. Remembering the pain and agony will remain forever. Men, women, and children destroyed for no cause. Energy from their souls lives on without pause. Never forgetting, possibly forgiving in a future time. Individuals once but now belonging to a horrid crime, Angels now caress their souls and sing their praise. Now we must...

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