My friend Sevag shared this poem with me and I wanted it to post it here for all to read. He wrote it years ago while at university. It is in memory of the Armenian Genocide that took place from 1914-1916.

As I watched its course,
The ferocious wind blew majestically over the sand.
It revealed a secret never told…
A letter written with bones

A pile of old cracked skulls.
Started roaring and crying
As the wind sprinkled through them
I was frozen as an iceberg under the scorching sun
As death appeared in its white garments
The noise suddenly gained a meaning
Justice! Justice!

They had marched on these sands
On the dark pathway to their doom
Never stopping, never looking back
Enormous numbers dying one at a time.

As the sun became stronger
The bones reflected horrifying shadows over the sand…
They were magnified!

The guilty of this crime did not know that
They had written their condemnation
By their own hands-with bones-
On the black page of humanity

Proving that man can be,
Higher than the angels
And
Lower than the animals.

Sevag Trashian