Riva Martin: The Armenian Journey

Unforeseen harvest of a nation

Once firm in holy ground

Weaned out in strategic rows

Trampled upon without sound

No warning or response, just deception

Persecutors ‘twould seem hell bound

Insensitive to pain and sorrows

Heard over unjust battlegrounds

Forced into a violent migration

No explanation—dumbfound

Floods of tears did echo

To those who yet had drowned

Fear and silenced devastation

Mourning the motionless mounds

Lead to invisible gallows

Driven, sun-leather browned

Robbed, ripped of earthly possession

The loss of men profound

Lives destroyed in desert meadows

For months ceased to surround

Children were no exception

Many thousands orphan-crowned

The loss of heritage would grow

Native tongue a foreign sound

Enemies fostered compassion

As did allies, some newfound

Both in times a hero

For new life would abound

Scattered by destruction

Seeds on foreign ground

To history it bestows

A story quite renowned

Riva Martin, our college age category winner, is from New Milford CT and attends Paul Smith's College. She writes "I wanted to thank you for hosting this poetry competition.  I had never even heard of the Armenian Genocide before now. It is a wonder that I was never taught about, or in the least, informed, of such a historical event in world history.  Inspiring it is. "