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A Curse...
By Shushanik Kurghinian Translated from the Armenian by Tatoul Papazian 2005 A curse on the offspring that still thrive, Wallowing careless in degrading serfdom, In guilty submission to lascivious lust, In alienation, set in the bosom of bliss, Seizing by force, with no sense of shame, The just wages of the helpless, and when Required, when in fear of life, crawling Debased, and licking blood-soaked hands. A curse on the mothers bent over the cradle, Twisted with inane, submissive musings, And the dismally sad, tear-drenched lullaby, That dark sing-along that flows with the milk Into the very souls of the unsullied beings, Flooding, over sleepless nights, the pristine, Sprouting veins with its essence of bondage. A curse on the preacher at the holy altar, An infinite thirst for glory etched on his face, Staring with disdain at the disheveled group Of destitute people abandoned to their fate, Fondling with fake and false elucidation His hopeless, suffering, credulous flock, Endlessly trampled by a perverse fortune On the murky lanes of life...curse and shame! A curse on that blind choice -- the politician, That favorite of a satirical luck, who hides Behind the false mask of sacred oath, joins The troops born to uphold ideals, and yet, He keeps burning incense to profit motives, While totally inept in the ordeals of real life Far from the suffering, far from the crowds As an avid devotee of the darkest corners, He flees the light and righteous retribution... Enough of this hideous, disfigured past, From its very roots, it must be torn apart, And each and every vestige of servitude Must now be cut down and thrown aside! |
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