The new tendency against Freedom of Speech
where people are against truth and do cancel others,
while all norms and values do fall apart,
really annoys me where people do make opinions undone,
do only want to touch others with their own claims,
as if something necessary is missing from a language
and for the preservation of culture their is no fortress,
where I try and protect the pure structure of a language.
No language and I should be obsequious
or be so watered-down that no poems are art,
where a mixing makes a kind of Fanagalo,
people become backward and in staid of excelling do fail
the mixing to that which is pure misses excellence
and is political involvement in stead of language.
[Poet's note: Fanagalo is a regional-language mixed from other languages.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem