I was eleven when I watched on television news
reports from violence in Nagorno-Karabakh,
and now I am fourty-six and I watch military
convoys on their way towards Nagorno-Karabakh,
and these thirty-five years have seen immense
indifference; when it Armenia winning,
indifference, when it's now Azerbaijan winning,
indifference. The least effort for peace, a fig
lead for that indifference, from the globe, then
and now, and the world's eyes watching calmly
as another round of bloodshed is set to begin.
07.09.2023
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