Mike Youssefian



Posted on February 1, 2015 at 5:30 PM

I have walked hundred dark years,

In the deserts of unknown.

I have seen the sacred churches,

Torched with multitudes within.

I am orphan of a nation,

Seeking a chair on this land,

Seeking for my old, dear mother,

Who shed her blood for her faith,

I see the wild and savage crowd,

Drinking blood of children,

Raping the brides in their teens,

Killing the young and the brave,

Going to rest of their toil.

Today I shed tears of hate,

For a hundred years of loss.

I place with my trembling hands,

Roses and love of my heart,

Over the lost and black grave,

Bridging the history of time.


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Reply Serop Megerditchian
11:10 AM on April 24, 2019 
Many thanks dear brother.

May their memory be blessed and may our Lord's Holy Spirit keeps us alert and faithful to our Lord and to our ancestor's heritage «Վասն հաւատքի եւ Վասն հայրենեաց».