What?
By Mangone
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What language did the flower speak as it passed on Buddha’s light?
What language do new lovers speak with fiery kisses in the night?
What language does our planet speak as it warns that all’s not well?
What language does the Devil speak as he beckons us to Hell?
Words are pale writ messengers from the blinkered to the blind.
A faint hope that understanding might pass from mind to mind.
Yet even when the recipient says “Ah. Yes, I understand.”
How can we know their mind has reached the conclusion that we planned?
To communicate by semaphore, for most of us would be a bore.
Yet, Semiosis, signing metaphor, is why ballet dancers take the floor.
So language is much more than words, listen to the songs of birds.
They’ve been here a longer time and have no need for pantomime.
So, while we argue day and night
about what’s best, what’s good, what’s right.
It’s just a game, a fading light,
for we can’t agree on what is bright.
Save the planet, save the whale?
Save more money, have a sale?
Feed the starving, build better bombs?
Find single fathers for single moms?
What good is language if we have no heart
As we head for Hell with our shopping cart?
Clever voices shouting ‘Come this way’
'Follow us and you will never pay!'
Yet they will be silent on Judgement day
At last then God will have His say!
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Stirring stuff, this ,
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I liked this very much
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Nice one Mangone. You are a
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Well Mangone , birds sing in
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