Why are we destroying words that took us years to make?
Why are we making ourselves look uneducated,
when people in other countries would kill for what we have?
The true writers of the world are a dying breed,
no longer adored for their abilities,
and expressive ways with out cherished words.
Instead they are laughed at,
for now any fool can write.
The words that once bloomed under the sun,
are now being scorched and beaten,
ripped apart
and sewn back together
only to endure another round of misery.
The languages that we were taught as young ones
now seem out of place
and our poor ears
are now no longer able to tell them apart
from the dribble that spills out of our mouths.
But why?
Why do we feel the need
to take ourselves back to a time when things were dark.
A time when education was frowned upon,
when words were just starting to grow.
Back then we embraced them,
helped them flourish
gave them the attention and love
that they very much needed.
When one word gave life to another,
we didn't disregard it and throw it away,
we loved it,
used it,
and we said it was forever.
And as the poets we proclaim we are,
aren't we sworn
under oath
to do just that?
To help our vocabulary grow,
and expand beyond the sun,
not stop it short,
and block it in with fences and cages,
locks and trip wires.
Not bury it back down,
beneath years of hard work.
But that is precisely what we are doing,
and as the slang continues to thrive,
how are we supposed to grow
both as poets
but also
as human beings.
For the more that we give this life,
the more that it spreads,
until eventually like the weeds,
it has the power to wipe out the roses
and kill off the tulips,
in our garden of thoughts and mysteries,
sadness and love.
So continue to write your slang,
and write "lyke dis & lyke dat"
smothering the real words trying to escape,
through the gates of our lips.
Continue to block it off,
and shut out the words,
that your heart is so desperately trying to get out.
But when the time comes,
And it will.
When you can no longer express,
your soul properly because,
the slang has finally overcome you,
and the words that were once your friends,
have now turned their backs on you
and shut you out of their world.
Just remember that at one point,
you helped in their extinction,
you helped set the fires that burned them,
you helped starve them.
But for the dying breed,
the poets that are true,
the ones that appreciate the words for what they are,
without trying to change them,
for the ones that shed light on the darkness,
and are prepared to fight the war,
I thank you.
*Free verse:Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content free of traditional rules of versification*
