Armenians Poem by Alexander Foald

Folks of the missing country
Where did they disappear to?
Under the watchful eyes of the night
The darkness kept them away from the light

Aroused by the smell of blood
Drained up in the air, flown by the wind
Impeccable minds trapped in-between the arms
Of the people who try to shake up the fire

Folks of the missing country
Where the hell did god put them away to?
I can hear screams and pants, but there’s nothing to see
Like walking in the mist nobody ever found a way through

Blessed people, blessed children and blessed mother
All of your hopes now seem pathetic and impossible
And for those who believe in the power of miracle,
End your misery now before tomorrow comes, or else!