Why can't the English learn to speak?

I’ll make this simple

In today’s society words sound as dumb as a bag of rocks,

No scratch that, a syndicate of rocks,

There does that sound better?

Because in reality no one uses syndicate

And that should indicate

Perhaps agitate

But not communicate

Here what I’m trying to contemplate

That our vocabulary we cremate

Decapitate, deflate, discombobulate, and donate

To a society that manipulates

Check-mate

 

Oh why can’t the English learn to speak,

Because in school we were taught to turn the other cheek

And move from one creek to one creek,

Being called a geek and a freak

Even though we’re all just unique

But the problem is…we can’t speak

 

For instance, who here uses words like drek or bumbledom, or ennui?

That should be no one, right?

 

Oh why can’t the English learn to speak?

“BACKroad, LEAFmold, STONEwall, CHIPmunk” my EMPHasis

“There is a train inside this Iris, you think I’m crazy and like to say boyish things, but there is a train inside this iris.”

“What happens to a dream differed?”

“Because I have a dream that my 4 little children will live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the contents of their character.”

“Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?”

“Look upon my words ye mighty and despair, nothing besides remains, round the decay of the colossal wreck boundless and bare.”

“Hope is a thing with feathers.”

“Nevermore.”

“Death be not proud, though some call ye mighty and destructive for thou art not so.”

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I-I took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.”

 

Oh why can’t the English learn to speak?

Does today’s educated class sound educated?

As educated as Frost, Hughes, or Poe?

What is the answer?

The answer is no.

We surely are not poets nor speakers in this day and age.

But here’s something to contemplate,

What if fate gave us grace

To learn our lines, our script, our place,

And look at the world face to face

And spew the words in the space

And without a trace

Speak.

 

I will stop now as I ought,

I hope you’ve heard the words that I’ve begot

Because all I’m offering is food for thought.

 

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