words

 

(Part 1)

Language has been hijacked; all the words are twisted round.
Meaning leaks and bleeds, until there's nothing left but sound.
People talk of caring, then insist you go their way;
people say they're listening, then howl down what you say!

How did words like "shame" become attached to what is right?
Why do people say it's dark, wherever I see light?
Slapping down their labels, they disable each defence;
I am standing speechless, since the words make no more sense.



(Part 2)

Language has been sabotaged; the words are twisted round.
Meaning leaks and bleeds, until there's nothing left but sound.
I can hear my words express perplexing, sinking fears;
how did they mutate to daggers, stabbing at your ears?

If you make an effort to respond to what I've said,
then your words get turned and further wring my churning head.
All my words are spilled, and I am left without defence;
I am spinning speechless, since the words make no more sense.

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

 

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