Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)
The Mountains Howl
Oh mother, my dear motherland,
we shall recall the events that transpired, so take my hand
and let us begin with your mountains that have horrendously
been ravaged for centuries. Your children have sadly
been imprisoned in your very mountains by foreign
bloodthirsty invaders of a cruel sovereign
belonging to another faith;
It'll surely be quite the endearing tale -
of your lost children, whom once cherished and called your frail
picturesque plains, your majestic mountains,
your relaxing rivers and freshwater luscious
lakes home. Your beautifully rich land is profoundly precious.
They returned home with a different mission
seeking our conforming submission.
For they have certainly occupied
your lands mother, which all have
been tainted by much bloodshed.
With a gun and knife in each hand
we have never surrendered to stand
our ground, we'll defend thee against every stranger
at fight's end, even death will be a delight, instead to suffer
the enslaved life. inspiration is kept in secrecy, we'll be brazen
to behold and attain thee mother, yet again to be our safe haven
as our pride, culture and language will eternally sustain.
Our lives are and will be in the hearts of all, for we'll remain;
may the legendary and prominent mysterious
howl of the mountains boisterously
echo so precious the sound be indeed, our souls loudly
cried with strength. Our self-belief to liberate thee will pave
the road to freedom. Those life-giving heroes never did cave.
We, your children, will form a band
of freedom-desiring rebels of all ages who've endangered
their own lives, so that you aren't demolished;
to defeat this inhumane sovereign -
retake our ancient regions; this fight, for us to reign;
we promised to God, but more important to our families
and it's sanctioned by our love for you. And the formalities
to you mother. Our glorious heroics to liberate, you, our precious
mother ended in triumph and we'll live as free as the spacious
sky. And future generations will give their lives to save
you, sweet mother, as we once did, until they lay dead.
No longer shall your enemy rule over you mother.
We, your children, will never again live in danger;
overwhelming happiness shines - we've succeeded
in denying our oppressors to vanquish us - for they were devastated.
Our courage, undying will and strength is a sentiment
of achieving victory; the heroes' tales are indeed a true testament
of love for you mother and amongst our brothers and sisters
to the generations of beyond - knowing our blood and bones contains
the desire not to live under another. Truly a glorious
unforgotten admiration. If again, invaders seek to conquer, let our
strength fly into the souls of your new eventual defenders
instilling the unconquerable strength of our forefathers.
So, goodnight dear mother, as I must go to rest, to no longer dread.
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