“Names Lie, Blood Remembers”
They said the Jew came from Zion’s stone,
But his bones recall the Kurdish throne.
Bukharan chants in desert air,
Yet Zagros winds still braid his hair.
He prays eastward, but his genes bend west,
To Sorani peaks where his mothers rest.
Not Judah's line, but Mosul's dust,
He carries Kurdistan in trust.
And the Assyrian, keeper of flame,
With Aramaic tongue and ancient name,
He walks as Christian, proud and bold—
Yet in his veins, the scrolls unfold.
Mountain Jew, Georgian Jew seed,
Lineage written in silent reed.
The same deep thread that once was spun,
From Nineveh to Golan run.
So call them what your fathers said,
But history sleeps inside the head.
For titles fracture, kingdoms fall—
And DNA remembers all.