It's the 25th of April

2022.

This year again, we had our “event”.

Our “day”.

This year again, we shouted in the streets, reminding the world what our mothers and fathers went through.

We cried for them in an attempt to wake them up, so they would notice what’s going on right now.

But they still turn a blind eye.

This year again, we saw those who use our dead to build their careers.

Their names were forgotten in a few hours, but the noise still covered the ones we were supposed to remember.

This year again, we had leaders smiling at us, before putting us back in our box.

This box, that has been ours for decades.

The “24th of April people” box.

Those who hate us without reason wanted to erase us in 1915.

They’re still trying.

We won’t let that happen.

This year, we won’t go back in the box.

We’ll be around the next day.

And the day after.

We’ll be around everyday.

Because being Armenian doesn’t stop on the 25th of April.