Nane
we were once goddesses
revered upon blood-stained altars
in delirium, our druidical words exalted
the infinite eyes of civilization’s storm
we stood over your upturned gazes
and listened to your ardent prayers
we led millions into war and
created life within our wombs
and upon fierce screeching–
a pain you will never know–
gave birth to revolutionary ideas
and struck fear into distorted minds…
the ocean of inevitability brings change
and as the riptide drags you under
your intolerant words will die on your tongue
and your illusory power will reveal itself
as fleeting as footprints in the sand
change is indeed coming and
have you heard the rumored whispers?
We are now warriors.
Meghri Sarkissian
