Language wrote both Dante and Mein Kampf

Winter sunshine shows the branches bare

Reveals each shape both elegant and spare

The  little birds fly in and out at will

The low sun’s bright, the wind is light as well

  What kind of world has human language made?

   Evolution does not always pay

For language can  tell love but also hate

And brings  to some misfortune and black fate

Words can hurt much deeper than a knife

 We may be  traumatised  by our  own life

 the bitch the witch , the charlatan, the  Jew

These categories old, are ever new

Language wrote  both Dante and Mein Kampf,

Ecstasy or  Concentration Camp