Unrealistic Scoundrelousness

Poor Turkic hordes and spokes-snakes

Alas. no solution here, beyim beh

No hope for drums and dreams

No Armenian nation is ever destroyed

Not as you want a la soluzione finale

No, efendim. Yok, choking children, yok beh.

You can push asunder Russian Armenians

You can wait till they disperse, fade, sell out

The vast Armies of Western Armenians

Reconvened already past our stream of shoahs

Round and round through new Azeri mongrels

Disown your scoundrelousness. Retreat.

We shall Armenians be, broken, risen

Watering hopes as undying power plants

You howl and growl, frown, sprout hate

Our violins, voices, madness grant us grace

Sink, oppress, dictators hoisted on minarets

Smile Europe - traitors drinking your oil gush

Obscene jests, gagging reflex, burning our hairs

We must play chess, circling your crescent’s mess

Red blood smeared on your soldiers’ faces as evidence

1915, 1918, 1988, 2020, 2023 death upon renewed death

Occupy Yerevan, licking Pajinian’s morsels’ saltiness

Mordant. Final fickle corridor. Turk to Turk to them Stans

Armenian homeland a parking lot, brothel, amusement stand

Caravans of animals erasing our unique parchments sung sad

Science, culture, cuisine, soulfulness - dance around all that

We the vigilant, will light the sky Orange, Blue, and Red.

Bedros** Afeyan**

3-31-2024

Palo Alto, CA