Poezja

All of these words used around me, 
I do not understand them.
What has been said, I wonder? 
Could they be speaking of me? 
Lowly or highly, 
Could someone somehow tell me? 

Teach me their tongue, 
So I can interact with my brethren
And understand their ideas.
Can I empathize with these people? 
Allow me to do so
For I want to know who they are.

But do they feel the same? 
Do they care of my existence? 
Do they find me useful? 
I know not their names
Yet, 
I feel I have known them from a time past.
They speak, 
But I can not answer them, 
I only nod in approval.

Teach me their tongue, 
So I can tell my story
From eyes of my own.

So I can answer coherently, 
So I can enjoy their presence.
So I can love my brethren.
I yearn for the knowing of their times, 
Of their struggles, 
Of their lives.

Teach me their tongue, 
I am willing to learn.