BY RACHEL MELIKIAN
Artsakh, globalized political treacherous ears cannot hear your ancient voice. Political treacherous voices simply condemn the cycle of vicious crimes, without recognizing the circle of justice. They lie between their teeth to silence our voices. To the naive youth, we all believed in hope and change and brotherhood. That voice lures you with promises on the base of bloodshed in our country’s homeland which turned into a battlefield. Lies are made to keep you away from our ancestral land; the enemy’s initiative is to regress our nation. It is to sell our motherland to the beasts. With political votes, greasy oil, pipeline, and selling arms to the enemy, who are the murderers who’ve committed crimes against humanity and civilization? When ancestral voices command from our ancient God, let us march from Sardarabad, fight for defense and our lands. As our children fought in Sardarabad to protect our nation in 1918. Let there be no more ashes on your souls. The ground our soldiers fall on is the coffin they are left in. Provinces of Artsakh (Mountainous Nagorno-Karabakh), Shahumian and Nakhichevan, where are you? Where are you Ani, Cilicia, and Van? Where are the sacred voices of our martyrs in Dzidzernagapert?
Artsakh, globalized political treacherous ears cannot hear your ancient voice. Political treacherous voices simply condemn the cycle of vicious crimes, without recognizing the circle of justice. It takes two to tango and it takes two to ravage a civilization, a beast and world politics, who are embedded in international law under the greedy power of the devil. They are burning Armenian cities and ruin historical treasures and sacred lands yet demand territorial concessions, silencing the heroic innocent bloodshed of our brave heroes of Artsakh. It began over 100 years ago, and still continues before the voices of treacherous politicians. The enemy must be silenced as they condemn. Artsakh is filled to the brim with casualties and wounded. They are mourning in ashes and screams. World, help Armenia, widows’ tears, and orphans’ cries. Let us put an end to lying mouths and an end to a blood-filled homeland.
Armenia and Artsakh are the savor and cradle of civilization where Noah’s Ark landed on mountainous lands. Armenia and Artsakh are the Holy Land of Peace. We, Armenians are our own mountains for our soldiers have survived on those mountains. We will move the mountain for our Mother Armenia and Father Mt. Ararat.