The Tongue called Language

NONJDAEJA 

Behold, the tongue so wet sometimes dry
With a dead animal roasted shall it dance,
But with the bitter truth and ignorance shall it lie
With one verse in the day of its dark trance!


So many forms doth one language hold, the
Tongue is come and is ready to fold.. With a
Word it shall fall, but prepare, for this word
Shall become your lord.


Alas! There comes a man named fear, he is come
In order to scorn the man called a Seer. This fate
Will in no wise damn, the Seer who plays not his
Holy drum 


The song of God´s word, the vision of the holy throne
Not one can achieve, neither can one perceive, that
Library filled with meaning, and knowledge.. Behold
I say unto you, this is visible in a nation where one can
Hold a pledge.


A welcoming entity, doth say unto me, O, thou man of
Belonging. The nation of one´s origin, be the image of this
Glorious kin and may the love of the Tongue bring one home,
To the place one loves alone.