Slander 1982

Speak we of our character lost Effect of slanders wicked cost Aimed as a weapon to fire Puts reputation on burning pyre Careful planting the malevolent word Pretending to wish it hadn't been heard Within the confines of inevitable fate Rarely give the dice a fair shake Loaded meaning are there to be found Casting unknowing victims to ground Caught in the fire is the unwary Who know naught that the intent to bury Alas the attempt to defend ones self Does nothing but reinforce such stealth It is better for the one who has bled To leave his ranting and raving unsaid For only time can heal the wound When malignant speech comes to tomb Time unfolds the tales told Even be they glib lies bold So rest comes easy naught To the one who's lies have bought His friends and world eventually Won't be blind but certainly see That actually to reverse was true That he was wicked but not you COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller