Whispers
To you whose whispers are concealed from the rest of the world,
Stabbing backs with your sidekicks,
And doing to others what you wouldn't permit done to you.
Judging character where there's not enough known to judge.
Concealing your ugliness with a mask of false kindness.
But no one can persecute only you for this crime,
For it is us all, the entire human race.
Our blood is poisoned with this disease,
Which will bring us all down in the end.
Copyright © Leanne Barrett | Year Posted 2008
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