"Ghoti" by A. Craig Newman

Writer's Notes:
The prompt on this poem was to write a piece in protest of something.  I found this to be very hard because I don't have a lot in life that I stand in such opposition as to say that I'm protesting it.  But I did find one topic that has bugged me ever since I discovered my love of words.  See if you can find out what it is. - ACN

Simple words made needlessly tough
When sounds fit not the letters’ glove.
New speakers mired in a slough,
Tangled in roots where rules were wove.

Silent symbols denied their crow;
Visible, seen, but heard never?
Which way would word be pronounced now?
One face – two names? Sybil’s fever!

The tallest tree I’d climb to bind
My pennant to its highest bough,
So rhyming flaps coaxed by the wind
Speak my wordless protest thorough.

So through the future you shall lead,
Ponder this riddle you have read.