April 9, 2022
Ringing the Bells! Fire! Fire!
I am ringing the bells! Town Square! Decibels!
Sirens of warning, they are selling Armenia off
They are beaten, they are scared.
A silly journalist by trade
A walk of fame, selfie laden journey from Gumri
A so-called revolution, fighting corruption
But then? Chaos, lost wars, lost territory
Artsakh sold to the Turks, Azeris, tyrants, lost
Our history, our misery, our pain as Armenians
Our demands for lost land, Kars, Ardahan, Erzerum, Van, Moush, …
Squandered away again through the poison of ink and stupidity
Mother Russia sold us to the Turk, threatening our sovereignty
The end is coming, lost pride, lost land, lost history, lost identity
They are erasing our identity, as the old Turk plan, from 1900
Listen well, listen and scream so we storm the palace!
That little bureaucrat and his silly minions are negotiation away
OUR VERY IDENTITY.
There will be no Armenia to speak of soon. Carved up further
Threatened and shredded till nothing is left to preserve
Artsakh is dismissed, disowned by animals in suites and ties
STORM THE PALACE! This is 1913 again! This is the end.
Beverly Hills, CA
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. He is the current editor of The Literary Groong.