Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)

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.