Trump, In Verse

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.