The Horror of genocide\Ужас Геноцида

24 апреля 1915 года.....

(Firstly named - "Komitas Song. There was...")


Введение
Дата 24 апреля 1915 года занимает особое место не только в истории геноцида армян, но и в истории
армянского народа в целом. Именно в этот день в Константинополе начались массовые аресты армянской 
интеллектуальной, религиозной, экономической и политической элиты, что привело к полному 
уничтожению целой плеяды виднейших деятелей армянской культуры. В списки подлежаших аресту 
попали люди разных политических взглядов и профессий: писатели, артисты, музыканты, учителя, врачи, 
юристы, журналисты, бизнесмены, политические и религиозные лидеры; единственное, что их роднило — 
национальная принадлежность и положение в обществе. Аресты видных фигур армянской общины 
продолжались в турецкой столице с небольшими перерывами до конца мая, при этом никаких обвинений 
задержанным не предъявлялось. Ещё в феврале-марте из провинций начали поступать сведения об 
арестах и убийствах армянских лидеров, но именно с константинопольских арестов началось 
полномасштабное уничтожение армянской элиты по всей стране.....




The forgotten elimination was accomplished
There were children standing near
Saved Komitas was never ever pleased
There were people screaming near
The plan was mastered by Turkish Power
There was cursed obiturary's mile
Many weeks had lasted path to tower
There was venue of a death, exile
The guardian had beaten him down
There weren't dead bodies nowhere
He heard screamings of dying
There were sad people and a prayer
Passing across skeletons and bodies
There was women lying and stoned
Her utero had been cut down by a sword
There was child that had no good word
Komitas was deathly scared inside out
He came cadaverous getting speech out
There were a desert and hungry mental
There were people with broken souls
Among them - Komitas was impedimental
To realize the plan which forced to crawl
He had only sad smile on his naked face
There was meaningless talking with friends
He flinched and murmured something
He didn't want to covet nothing
There was killing road to dark exile
Komitas inhaled but couldn't exhale
They knew their death was near
Anticipating end they couldn't see it
Komitas deserved to get a bliss
In final hour it was occured
There was time to guess and cease
There were feelings persued
There was Komitas in his tame solitude
There was man who cursed them
There was a saturated broken heart 
There was a spirit with stern attitude
There was no mercy
There was nothing to see...