Language is how we communicate,
tell it how it is, our needs, say and write
our ways, and display what we are to
even ourselves, and write and speak
to find our place in this fucking race.

But what if I was to tell you that this is
the oldest lie, that we have been deceived
as we believe that words, and pictures,
and sounds are a resource that can set
us free, and make us clever and strong.

But the truth is that this is steaming
bullshit, for language is the master and
we are the slaves and to words we bow
whether we like it or not, and we kneel
and are chained to the grinding wheel.

Words are the overlords that take us
whole to where they want us to be,
in the mythical place of wholesale lies,
at the alluring end of a perfect rainbow
where poetry lives but is not understood.