Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)

Oh my poor dear motherland

each time, both waking and not, I think of thee

my soul is certainly a wonderland

of blended emotions, which some do me

good, whereas others perpetrate

the opposite; for we've been deemed inferior and small

by the judgements from those whom incriminate.

However, my sweet mother, in the past we've stood tall

before our foes, even since our humble creation

in your lands long ago; unfortunately, terribly and regrettably

my dear mother, over recent years, I have the growing suspicion

your sons and daughters horribly, sadly and gradually

suffering as our forefathers once did - although without violence -

the majority of your lands have been divided

due to the foreign ideologies - warped the mentalities - thus,

overpowered the significance

of truth. This travesty will continue to progress; provided

that we your children will one day combat the political

assimilative injustices - for if not - our wondrous history will be

further

falsified and stripped away by the neighbouring cynical

governments that once did for centuries and centuries, we'll remain

there forever.