Language

Language is a funny thing,
Facts and figures for one for another a poem.
Language expressed to organise,
And language for others to hear your crys.
Language that gets filtered through,
The parents that you thought you knew.
In the TV that you watch, 
language often can get lost.
Language can be twisted to mean certain things,
A word once beautiful can have an awful sting.
Language can set you free,
But also keep you in a prison of need.
I guess it's all a case of perception,
Whether it's freeing or damm right deception.
One universal thing that language brings,
Is the power to make you think.

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