Human Tones

he tongue is our bank To these ads and words we fathom And this is what puts a man a sense of worth And to the women a sense of rose From the oratory we admire to the poetry we adore Praise be our mother’s tongue that is our source To raise our English that we purpose Praise to our Lord Allah that is our force It is him that gives us this strong To this home and form we belong But to this tongue once it goes wrong And once it scorns what a human is born To this character that you stroll upon Do you know that once upon you be alone? And that a day when you be scolded and you are gone The ill you told, the bad feel you sold And Hold your tongue Armageddon is just here And be bold and don’t be so cold