How Can You Betray Pestilence?

How Can You Betray Pestilence? We never considered you our nation neither our masters You came to us like an abomination and fell upon us like a disaster You were never seen as superior but you were a curse So how can I do something to you that can be worse Than anything you did to us the last thousand years? Your legacy has been none but adversity, misery and tears You descended upon us like cancer and the plague So how can we betray disease, pain? And the dregs That you are, you have not acquired the human traits Shame, Guilt, Honesty, Modesty, Sincerity, "brave" Turks call you yourselves, yet you deny your past We know that you are nothing but the pest That squats in our ruin infested home but never infected Our blood... So how can you claim that we defected And joined the enemies and stabbed you from the back? When ‘twas you who initiated the attack On women, children, elderly left helpless, Treacherously bereft of the able bodied men And community leaders. A nation rendered headless Could never have had the means to attempt To eradicate the vermin that had been gnawing at their roots For nine dark centuries your swarm of Mongol locust Hovered above Armenia and preyed upon us To quench its thirst for blood and its beastly lust Still you Serpent, spew the poison that implicates The Armenians in the "losses" you "suffered" In a war you decided to enter to pursue your wretched Delirium, pan-Turkism, that with its ugly forked tongue Every now and then slurps and swallows a newly offered Sacrifice from among the best in our nation but for how long? Why for a change shouldn’t we have brought upon you The calamity, the rebellion you accuse us of? So that we too Could have a soother for the restless Souls of our charred and unburied millions Tell me Invader, how can one betray cancer? How can you stab the Plague in its putrid rear, Or turn your back on pestilence? Or was it your fear Of a revolt by those enslaved and ensnared Under your paws and claws? Would they have dared To ponder the beautiful plains, the mountains, the rivers Yonder where man is said to have been created and saved From an affliction a thousand times less cruel Than what your species of vicious, merciless brutes Spread into every corner of that very sacred ground?