Breath of words

There native tongue
Was long winded
Lungs wheezing in
And sneezing out
Language.
It rustled leaves
Made cars swerve
Umbrellas were turned
Inside out.

In times of stress
They expelled vulgarities
In such massive gusts
Satellites were propelled
Out of commonsense orbit
Cracking tidal waves
swept up in turbulence
Over their ankles.

Now, they wait
On the dampness
Of saturated sofas
Silently watching
Water logged TV sets,
Searching through the static
For their freedom of speech,
Not realizing its fragility.
Like dry Flower petals
Swept up in the breeze