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Year of the black tear

Time,

years past

Reaching 100 at last

A pure drop of Christianity’s innocence tainted by the green sword

Horrific deeds, defying the love teachings by the Lord

Shadows of memories and future worries hunting us all

From the bottom to the top of the universal wall

Martyrs made choices of faith,

and did not take the demonic bait

Remained alive,

but not living

bodies lost,

while souls rewarded eternity,

all thru the Christian identity

My blood, oh my blood

I, a martyr, victim and survivor in one

All this just because of believing in Jesus, God's beloved son

If my blood could speak words, would you dare to listen?

Or would you keep on staying inside the denial prison?

Our mouths remain the channel to such history.

In pain, shame, pride or victory.

I am,

you are,

we are

t h e m

Today is still 1915

Peace is nowhere to be seen

The room is silent

But drip drip drops within sounding

Souls almost drowning

In tears,

black tears

After all these years

True love is the sun that will dry and wipe all this away

And invite Peace to not occasionally visit,

but to forever stay

Published at ”Genocide 1915 Conference” in Jerusalem, 15/1 2015