My Father, My Hero.

My Father, My Hero.

My heroes
Do not die of over dose
They do not have neurosis
Do not have psychosis
Do not pose
They have no political parties.
They are not bad guys
My Hero is a Survivor
Already faced death from the front
The scene of the extermination of his people
Never out of mind
He was a hero and overcame the death march
At 8 years old, he had to be strong.
Alone in the world, he was a giant.
Walked through the desert
Survivor of genocide, his patent
The way was to face life from the front.
He was a winner and an example for many people.
A great lover of the arts
And he was loved by many women.
He was a great humanist.
Generous and universalist
He is no longer here among us, he left this world
But he’s still my great hero.

By
Aslan Minas Melikian
Niterói, 02/13/2019