April 24 (again)

dichotomies highlight complexities existing in our hearts, souls and minds warped by news and fake news or just plain old propaganda chanting never again never again! never again!! to no! not again! not again, no, no, not again… we gotta do something! we must do something! it has to stop Can somebody do something? say those who can’t do very much grandchild of a genocide of a genocide survivor pulled every which way by what we see happening now by what we see and can do nothing about reminds us how they, yeah they, our tshnamis emptied us from our lands and then dismantled anything, everything anything that mighta shown we were there we were once there on what were our lands our “we lived there forever” lands they destroyed our churches or made ’em mosques or worse, barns now carpeted in işı budur     but we still     got the photos of…     holy mother of god     they just did it again     no, not again! now others, once victims are ‘perpetrating’ emptying others new victims from their lands their “we lived there forever” lands these perpetrators doing it better, more efficiently emptying the lands blowing up everything all of their everythings blowing up their homes with them still in them they have to leave there is nothing no reason to stay people gone evidence rubbled     in one vile     massive     genocidal     war crime… so what if it, this crime, every heinous act documented and social mediaed in real time and we all feel lost, horrible, emptied sad, devastated     many of us     give a s*t     and no one     no country     no person     that could make     any difference does     a damn thing war by remote control the ultimate, efficient, obscene and vile, violent abstraction  This poem was drafted while listening to the laments at the TAYF concert. The post April 24 (again) appeared first on The Armenian Weekly.