Gossipers
Alas! my ears
All these years
Have been made to hear
Words of those from afar and near
Making many to shed tears
Those from afar and near
Said of those close to me and dear
Things that I never wanted to hear
I heard them say...
“ He has blundered!”
“His blunder is plunder...
Let us tear him assunder”
Secretly they plotted
They whispered, “this mischieve of his never keep it under”
Discreetly concorted they slander
Diligently they sowed the seeds
Forgetting their own misdeeds!
Like wild fire
Scorching nature’s natural attire
Their paloured slander
Relentlessly Spread
‘til every ear heard
And every tongue said
“Uuh! What a shame to his name”
The victim of their game
Restless became
In the avalanche of the same
Slander he could not stem
He regreted...” I was careless...
Look now, I am in a terrible mess”
Categories:
mischieve, confusion, introspection, stress,
Form: Rhyme