It started off as primitive as the people who spoke it,
But the need for laughs and friends and joy shook it and awoke it.
It came from rock to mouths of men; who grabbed it and broke it
into different forms of the one same thing, and as fire they stoked it.
It will stalk you all your days, from when you wake to when you die,
It will make you sing and dance and live and love and laugh and cry.
It will sculpt your life right to its end, and when that end is nigh,
It will slip loose from your tongue, and weakly bid your cares goodbye.
It's different to each one of us, be us tall or fast or thin,
And yet there are similarities that are hidden within
these words we speak; for we share our natures with our global kin.
You're the same as me whatever age or name or clothes or skin.
Is it on my lips or in my hands or hidden in my eyes?
Are the ways in which I use it kind or harsh or wrong or wise?
Do I use it most with those I love, or those who I despise?
Should it be my olive branch to those under different skies?
It's a thing that lives and dies and grows and falls and then rises
And the words and jokes and songs and rhymes of which it comprises
are its weapons and beauties, with which it warns and advises.
There is only one Language.
Hidden in disguises.
However, this was truly not only refreshing to read, but thoroughly clever of you. 