Languages
They are like flower buds
All ready to crack open
And you are the watering can
The will to bloom the flowers
You must also become the roots the stem
The leaves, you have to be the buds everything
Supply it with everything you have and they will blossom
in your mouth
Or desert it and the flower will wilt and fade to nothing
Languages are amazing things
They are the true definition of differentiation
between Communitys between Unions and Countries
They define me from you
You say we speak the same
But do we really?
Think about it hard, and you will soon realise
My flower has blossomed and wilted so many times
But I can tell you now, So many of you have a different
Flower Blooming inside your mouths
And this flower is poisonous and tainted black
This flower should never be grown but the language is now so natural
It has taken over your first and has tainted your Natural Flower
Dripping black ink on it...It can only cause others grief
Burn your devils flower to the ground
Wilt it
And clean the tainted petals of all your other buds and bloomed!