This poem, can never be told without a stream of tears. I fight them back as I type. The inhumanity captured by Siamanto in his poem would make even the stoniest of hearts crack.

Today is the day of commemoration to the dead. I think of you collectively, my ancestors all, whether through blood, language, culture or simply our membership of the one human race that inhabits this planet.

I grieve for you, I salute you and pray for your day of justice when the world as a whole, including Turkey, recognises the inhumanity of the crime of its forebears in inflicting genocide upon you.

Rest in peace!

I read the poem but it was translated from Armenian by Shant Norashkharian and can be found at this link (The Dance by Siamant ...