Armenian News Network / Groong
April 24, 2025
April Comes Again 110
April comes in mandates one hundred and ten
Reflexive poesy for 4-24, reflective loop gravity
State denial, tortured nightingales a’gargle
Makeup on the tiny PM, bald as a turtle’s carapace
Shiny terrace, empty grab for dower power sunken swimmer
He’s your little bitch, a national spasm, a glitch, pick him root by root
Calls unanswered, Ankara in Baku, frying prisoners tortured till blue
Stealing crescent stamped sovereignty on a map deflowered
Syrians fought, Greeks threatened, Armenian massacres. Stages
In a shadow pumped by NATO, Russian dalliance, pan-Turanic
Orgasm of dreams and American arms swelling gorged declarations
With Israel, against Israel, with again, and their drones just rain down
Children dead, women fled, men curse this land swept off their feet
Inferno, exile prison songs, rewritten history, reality smeared in ennui
Armenians sworn to survive in thriving diasporas where a future chips
Against Eastern fate, petrified party adopted slavery, the Eastern folk
Of our folk, not seen genocide, dispersion, famine, Western manic strewn
Survived Aleppo, Beirut, LA, Glendale, restaurant row, Galleria, poems
Please leave a review. In summary, DM the PM, a traitor, delusional buffoon
Selling our blood through corridors, cracks and sinews not his to sell.
Not his to own. Not his at all. To be Armenian is to restart from the last ditch
The last caravan. The last tear to strike a band reunion as far away as Rangoon.
Bedros Afeyan
3-11-2025
Palo Alto, 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. |
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