This generation found a form of communication,
They want the world to share with technology here,
A language learned they had already forgotten,
All the trails led through year’s pioneers uncover.
Where myth goes on the same road the sane went,
In golden verses they swiftly go insanely mad,
And somewhere sad among words the indignant,
Teachers went, torn from symbols where time stood.
In posture of silent expression; transmission invade,
Tiptoeing between hanging sound moving gesture,
To find the myth of communication proverbs made,
Advance in codes, ringing the rich and many poorer.
That unique people on a line swung many times,
All the fiery swords hunts past tense and dance,
In trance, romance inspiring tunes written in songs,
And draw love spellbound into modern sentence.
Earths tribes, with their own languages communicate,
At ease, some on bended knees, even birds in the trees,
Down to bees, and chimpanzees, the mystery create,
A dept of good deeds scurrying pass the years.
Winning, spinning and stroking the tongue of fire,
Nations join together, the smoke blow negotiation,
Higher in familiar tongue, set alight with habitual desire,
And everything is measured through our communication.
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