NIGGARDLY

by

Ronald G. Auguste

(For David Howard, forced to resign)

How deep and wide we've grown into a state
Where those who guide us in this fairer land
Are so unschooled and bent, they're finding Hate
In words my boyhood friends could understand!
The adverb form of Niggard, now and late,
Always pertained to Misers -- rich, but bland!

When will our hurtful people learn to find
The actual origin of words -- their truth --
Before imputing to them terms that grind,
By adding meanings sharp with nail and tooth?
Though some words carry venom, in our mind,
We should be real ... never so uncouth....

Leaders who misconstrue that word, Niggard,
Really should be perceived in low regard....

Will they demand the English tongue be changed,
Simply because their minds are disarranged?

Niggardly ... obtuse ... how long will we maintain
Those vain assumptions, when they cause such pain?

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