Delivering poetic justice during the Trump years.

Of everything going on right now, the thing which
concerns me the most is the speaking of English.
This language was used for our great Constitution
(though sometimes I mangle correct elocution).

The Pilgrims who back in the day crossed the sea –
in an irony plainly which is lost on me –
brought their discourse along. It was not used by those
with indigenous dialects, one might suppose.

In one language alone, we are free to exchange
our ideas that – and, once again, this is strange –
come from civilizations which clearly pre-date us.
Now, use of their mother tongues goes on hiatus.

It’s just one more order I’m trying to sneak in –
make English the language we read, write, and speak in;
get rid of all others. Although, we have found that
this parlance I push for I don’t yet have down pat.

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