Thursday, April 9, 2009

Poem: Good English

Good English


I've got this articulation nation,
Genocidal discomfort,
To speak of,
In good English,
I can't articulate hate,
Or what is your fate,
In attempting to conquer,
Every noun,
I don't care,
We speak of peace in our Native tongues,
Which may not be good English in your eyes.