Loss of the Love of Language
Here, we see broken hearts bred
By souls left on “read”
By ghastly ghosting guys and gals,
Roused by rather related ruses--
Lovers loving lost languages less
Than the beauty breaking before them.
Commercialized beauty; commerce; communism:
The equal dispersal of decimated dreams,
Bought and bargained for before swiftly sold
To turbulent men troubled in tough times
That break them and make them
And hurt and hate--
Hate so hot it breaks and bakes,
Broils and takes,
Toils and roils and rapes
The souls sodden with a superficial sorrow.
Commanded by the country’s mandate
To glean a dream on a ream of the troubled teams
Of humans hunted like hares by harsh hounds
That are society’s brutal bounds
Of propriety and profligates dispersing peace.
We navigate this nation driven by notions--
Open arms offering us oceans
Of derelict dreams denouncing the dime--
But broken bells chant and chime
A more sinister song, “save to spend, save to spend,”
So either these eyes must open or those hearts must mend
Or this beautiful language will come to an end
So abrasive and abrupt as this--