Armenia

 

If I know one thing at all it is this:

I know my motherland, Armenia.

Its fallen churches and burned-down cities

Turned into nothing but dusty ash.

Generations of people are left with nothing,

But the clothes on their back.

I reminisce on my days spent in my

Motherland, 

the streets filled with music and laughter.

Trying to come to the understanding

That I may never be able to revisit 

the home of my people 

And that there may be nothing left 

to return to, but the vacated homes 

and empty villages.

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Daniella Baga