On Lenin Street
red-blooded
nobody dared to help
the Armenians who were fragmented
burnt, executed.

The whole world was
waiting stunned for the end of hell
before the pogrom’s horror.

Yet, we were in 1990.

Our claims were culpable.

Our thoughts condemned
by a barbarian regime
were streaming towards the sidewalks.

However, despite the oblivion of some
and unconsciousness of others
this pogrom of Baku marked our minds forever
in such a way so as to give us the right to live
on the land of our ancestors.