Poetic Verses
Language
It is accepted that a language is a mean of communication
Be it by a sign, written, or most of all spoken
So there no matter ones state or geographical location
There will be a language variety to suit that location
A language may have lots of and interesting subdivisions
And have usages to fit into those required occasions
Take a look at a serious discussion by those diplomats
The language though perhaps heated would be standard and that's a fact.
When we are in familiar territory, talking to a friend
The language tone, will be one that we all comprehend
Perhaps the atmosphere will be one that is very informal
So the language variety will be in which all is comfortable.
But then there are as always those with their language dispensation
Used that to depict their standard of erudition and education
And will always demonstrate some air of snobbery
When dealing with those who spoke another variety.
Those countries that were depending on their European colonists
Still have a fragment of the language that exists
Those native used this, to have a form of conversation
Knowing full well that those around would be in complete oblivion.
Today some countries due to education, have placed their dialects
Into areas so remote perhaps intending to forget
Only displaying them when necessary, at a cultural occasion
Thus erasing a bit of history, from the eyes of a generation
But there is one language which can transcend all varieties
This is the one called love and one can feel its intensities
So no matter where, no matter the language that is spoken
Language is secondary when that heart gets smitten.
Be it by a sign, written, or most of all spoken
So there no matter ones state or geographical location
There will be a language variety to suit that location
A language may have lots of and interesting subdivisions
And have usages to fit into those required occasions
Take a look at a serious discussion by those diplomats
The language though perhaps heated would be standard and that's a fact.
When we are in familiar territory, talking to a friend
The language tone, will be one that we all comprehend
Perhaps the atmosphere will be one that is very informal
So the language variety will be in which all is comfortable.
But then there are as always those with their language dispensation
Used that to depict their standard of erudition and education
And will always demonstrate some air of snobbery
When dealing with those who spoke another variety.
Those countries that were depending on their European colonists
Still have a fragment of the language that exists
Those native used this, to have a form of conversation
Knowing full well that those around would be in complete oblivion.
Today some countries due to education, have placed their dialects
Into areas so remote perhaps intending to forget
Only displaying them when necessary, at a cultural occasion
Thus erasing a bit of history, from the eyes of a generation
But there is one language which can transcend all varieties
This is the one called love and one can feel its intensities
So no matter where, no matter the language that is spoken
Language is secondary when that heart gets smitten.
