The Infidel's Tongue Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

the infidel's tongue
Melvin Banggollay

How miserable would it be
to behold in every fantasy
sting of an infidel's tongue
pricking venom with its fang
turning my tears to agony
with its lies and stupidity.

When will this tongue can see
the venom it spit drastically
can turn my fate into oblivion
to live in a sorrow's dungeon
where I can no longer see
the man I ever wanted to be.

This tongue has no mercy
as it always desire to see
and prefer this soul to behold
a life never for joy to unfold
its glitters and scents of melody
as its tongue sings somebody.