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Forgotten Fire
I was only twelve back then, It seems like yesterday. I suppose these terrifying memories I have, Will never go away. Gendarmes after Gendarmes, Came to our town. They took my oldest brothers, And shot them to the ground. My heart began to sink, As my Mother screamed and cried. She sat beside their bleeding bodies, A part of us just died. Early one morning, I woke to a sound. It was hundreds of Armenians, Marching out of town. Soon after they took my Father, They came back for us. They told us to quiet, So there would be no fuss. We marched and we marched, To a dark rancid inn. With the hope and wonder, Of ever seeing daylight again. My brother Sisak and I, Escaped from their evil wrath. We walked back to Bitlis, On a well beaten path. We searched for food, Just like we said we would. We wished and we prayed, But it didn't do any good. My brother soon starved to death, But I had to carry on. To tell this story of a Forgotten Fire, A battle that I won. The Turkish soldiers came, And caused so much strife. They wanted to kill everyone, Obliterate all Armenian life. I was only twelve back then, It seems like yesterday. I suppose these terrifying memories I have, Will never go away.
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