“Nowhere, But Everywhere”
Ethnic pride erased in the name of progress,
Globalism wrapped in a plastic promise.
Languages die in boarded-up schools,
While foreign tongues rewrite our rules.
They say the world is open wide,
But only if you step aside.
Our roots are torn for visa forms,
And sold for brands in newer norms.
Yet still we run — to Europe’s gates,
To USA's filtered fates,
To Canada’s frozen, smiling lies,
To Australia under concrete skies.
We leave with hope and landless names,
With mouths full of borrowed aims.
We go everywhere — but reach nowhere.
We trade identity for clean air.
And no one tells us what we lose,
Until we’ve walked in someone else’s shoes.
Then we look back — a silent scream —
Of culture crushed inside a dream.