March 20th, 2007

An essay towards the real character of benevolent language

How sweet the sound of things said with impunity.
Of conscience soothing words spoken in manners
that can not threaten mankind’s sacred unity,
expressions pleasing bearers of all banners.

O wondrous dream of humanism, language,
that turns chromatic attributes geographic,
deficiency and lacking into challenge;
Bans ugliness explicit from its traffic.

A bastion tongue against injustice oral,
its every phrase concerned commiseration,
that mutes the voice of every thought immoral,
and renders every blow of fate occasion.

But dragons can’t be tamed by mere respect,
nor Truth be made politically correct