Mourning Attire Poem by Madrason .

As a fire burnt along its beds
the Sweet River carried a burden
swept it to the sea of death
wiped out a generations breath
the Arabs and Kurds
and while some brave
scarcely found wandering Turk
Saved a lost one doomed to die
another raped her innocence
why are the dunes heaped
with bones of indignity
why do their souls feed
the earth of an enemy
and aren't they repatriated
is there still so much hatred
the Ararat cries its tears
and shakes the earth
with eternal her splendour
and sorrow in her heart
so many of her children
deserted in her shadows
so many did depart
why is this desperate soil
once so filled with desire
dressed still in her
mourning attire.


Madrason 25 jan 2015