My language by Ann Wood
Happy celebration of the Slavonic script, the Bulgarian education and culture, a celebration of the Bulgarian teachers and the matrices!Dear friends in Bulgaria and around the world,
I wish all of us our light on the path of spirituality and enlightenment and never cease to be proud of our Bulgarian alphabet and those who have created it and have bequeathed it to us!
I appeal mainly to the Bulgarians abroad - let's write and communicate in our native language, it does not deserve humiliation, it deserves to be valued and honored! Let us be able to preserve it and give it to the generations after us with dignity, because few are the nations of the world who have such invaluable wealth to write and read in a native tongue donated to them by God.
My language
They defile you every day,
your words misspell,
fill you with strangers and you are in captivity
of jargon, manor pavements,
and they struggle, they are in a curse,
in the devilishness, hatred, foolishness -
and where are your beasts,
our language,
Slavic pride?
Not thrown, but tortured, milled
in mouth, lies that whistle
or to his pillar nailed,
You are inquisite and thrown down
of those with an ungained gene,
nihilists and madmen solid,
where they displace you every day,
my language,
he gave birth to hundreds of wise men
proverbs, fables, written,
folk and deep lyrics,
where they shine in their light,
and point to the right directions -
gratitude, will and love,
a path through our existence raw -
thirty letters, like a blessing,
thirty letters for glorious speech.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-05-24 at 17:18
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