A Mystique [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

What am I, completely daft? Why talk about
Tanzania when Nigeria has 500+ tongues,
Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo - sounds like a song -
Fulan; bravely spoken by 250 ethnic groups
with names more exotic than those before:
Kanuri, Ibibio, Tiv, Ijaw, still the music sings

Words rolling sweetly over foreign lips and
conjuring images of smiling faces chanting
phrases - could be a list of magic formulae
to bring about changes in the fabric of reality
with the same power ascribed to the ancient
languages such as Hebrew and Holy Sanskrit

A mystique not to be discovered in reality as
it is - not even revealed by the ‘Net’ – things
I shall research in Akashic Records claimed
to exist by spiritualists, when my soul is free
to investigate all the mysteries posed by the
clique of mystique who wants us to believe

Sound resonance has magical power which
we don’t use on earth - though we could if
only we understood language principles; oh,
after this life I shall become a melody - able
to sing the languages of men and angels while
learning everything kept from human beings