To Men and Women of Hostile Language…

Undaunted by the verbose language
I ponder softly each line and stanza.

But I hope to bring a mood more sanguine.
Well done! Bravo! Indeed well-sang, men!

I read your verse and I am enraptured!
Entertainment galore in which I’m captured.

You have given me freedom quite contrary
To the lonesome works of this library.

But may I offer a small rebuke?
Why hold your brothers in low repute?
For we are all poets in our own way,
And such useless fighting works to our dismay.

Imagine a world with words working together.
We may gain the prestige of Forest’s Feather.
And build for our posterity a better time,
Where we value our reason, our rhythm, our rhyme.