I.
What has language wrought?
Ignorance has no language;
same cultivates same.

II.
Though, love is still love,
kind is still kind, red is red,
we still barter our daughters.

III.
But, we are above.
Let's hide in our forts of things
and claim we are better.

IV.
Such care poured into
the power of paper, lies,
progress, they say. Same is same.