English for English

In some faction the English is Queen’s leash

But some ration have English as British

Indeed the speakers may well be dead white

But here in my parts they’re mostly be black

An open mouth for English-speaking fits

Invites scrutiny from witnessing wits

From farmers to statesmen to sailors to poets

The stand is full and tongues are belly-full

You know it don’t you that Shakespeare will cough

Each time the big-mouthed staff shake off a stuff

Say either with words in blues as they do

Or small quills on assets they wish to bequeath

Mind not the accidents that come with speech

The trustees of seed-speech are spreading their reach

English is simply a language to add

So add it to Sherbro or your Krio

Th’overriding fact is that I’m on my feet

With English to speak away from my seat

Note your corrections and give me a wink

I’ll simply bow out and go for my couch