Who bears, whose cross, upon a, faith’s loss
Who’d wished, upon moon, and a star
Thus far, who call, bloodshed, a lost cause
Must know, how lands are, won at war!
Who proved, their martyrs, are worth more
Who mourn, their men, were lost, in vain
Beyond, political games of, gore, galore…
A mother, only knows, a mother’s pain!
“We lost Shusha, to save, Stepanakert
Nagorno-Karabakh, is still, our land”
A truth hurts more, than the lies, that comfort
Armenian dream, sinks, in ethnic quicksand!
Erdogan, Aliyev, laugh away, Pashinyan
Whose hope, ceded to, their hate’s, hyperbole
Christian Armenians, lost out to, Islamist Azerbaijan
Not A, Patch Of Land, But A, Shred Of Soul!
© 2020 Vikas Chandra