Hrant King

You can prosecute me three times,
yet with the passion and dream inherited in my skin, I promise that I’ll be fine.
I’ll be alright, and nothing can ever change my decision,
because this is who I am, and human rights will be established inside of my vision.
And I’ll write, I’ll write with my insight of my family’s past,
and I’ll write every situation of pain that continues inside of our hidden paths.
I’ll write for the people that died, but also for my family that survived,
I’ll write and I’m not scared to speak of what you may know as annihilation, cause we all know that it was a genocide.
See I’ve come with a family that has a history that lasts with pride,
I have a family that had a dream, and believed everything on Dr. King’s mind.
I have a family that had struggled and lost their loved ones and started a new life,and created this future that is now here, standing with fists in the air for their past’s sacrifice.

And I’m here writing, and I’m not afraid to let anything out,
You can kill me, but believe me, killing me will only prove of your own doubts,
And I’ll show you of my passion and of everything that stands tall in my name,
It is not of who I am, or who I am to become, but it’s who my ancestors became.


Happy Birthday young man,
It is not of what you understood, but more of what you made us understand.
Your spirit lasts for decades and centuries to come,
your date of birth is the passion that drives us of a man who never succumbed.
Battled all his wounds, and grew faith in the people’s eyes,
not only of your race, but you were also an influenced to all of our lives.
Cause now we have dreams, and now we all believe,
and all of us in this world have the power to achieve.
And its cause of you, and of your own speech,
making me be outspoken, and following destiny to achieve of my dreams.
So therefore I thank you, I thank you for the time and your dedication,
and I thank you, and now we all have your day to look back in times of celebration.
And I thank you, I thank you for letting me become a man who can openly think,
and I thank you. Long live the spirit of Dr. Martin Luther King and Hrant Dink.

And I’m here writing, and I’m not afraid to let anything out,
You can kill me, but believe me, killing me will only prove of your own doubts,
And I’ll show you of my passion and of everything that stands tall in my name,
It is not of who I am, or who I am to become, but it’s who my ancestors became.

And these men died simply for fighting for what they truly loved,
but please tell me America, what good is love when love is not enough?
I said what good is love if love is not enough?

What good is love if love is not enough?

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Editor’s Note: Armen Soudjian recited his poem at a commemoration for the 2nd anniversary of Hrant Dink held Monday at the Pasadena Armenian Center by the United Human Rights Council. Armen can be reached for comment at
arnensoudjian@gmail.com


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