The English Language is that express train,
Bound to a place where anyone has the right to say anything even when it's wrong.
It helps us overcome what's impossible by sucking it into a drain:
The process is ugly, denying everyone where they belong.
You hide beyond the mask of the powerful.
Wanting to be exactly like him,
But you don't want anybody to know you're deceitful.
That would be stupidly cruel; you need to cover up your glim.
Listening to the odes from the west,
Dumber and dumber you become.
They were criticizing your aces on the test;
But you were the wisest to some.
They tell me to speak, to call onto others.
You asked him, "How? I can't fly without one of your feathers."
He replied with a grin and said English is the best way;
It can turn the imbecile sound brilliant any day.
Most mock at the confidence others wear.
They said English doesn't measure intelligence,
But why do they believe in what they say as they gullibly stare.
They can speak like Shakespeare but still don't make sense.
How come natives like us adore those who speak the language.
Almost completely; they abandon their principles.
As soon as they're swayed, they act like cripples.
Devoured by fear and insecurity, up to an old age.
It had always been like this; English changed the landscape of the world
Makes your head turn and glittering eyes in awe.
The ignorant worship it like a god, reactions foolish and raw;
Our destiny is scarred and stained as it fast unfurled.
My home, where have you gone?
Why have you turned into something you're not?
You've forgotten your identity where you left to rot!
Even prouder as you proclaim your need to abscond.
You open your mouth and I hear the conviction in your voice;
But somehow I don't feel moved.
Fighting for the wrong reasons, I disapproved.
You say you want freedom but you restrict all of their choice.
Author's Note:
Another school requirement! My professor said she'll be giving us a really high mark if we win on any contests on this year's English fest. I joined (only for the grade since I received a pretty low one on the first quarter) two contests: poetry and essay. Here's the theme: Closing the Distance through the English Language.
This poem talks about the Filipinos' mentality of seeing the English Language as the supreme language. Most Filipinos (sadly) blindly believe those who speak eloquently even when they're not making sense. It's a dangerous cycle that's still prevalent among the youth.
