Whispers lingering in the air growing
in volume travelling where,
Cloying seething doubt does cling
killing joy and pain does bring,
With each distorted mocking aim
every word turns trust to shame,
Gathering momentum and listeners ears,
more to pass on and add to fears,
Crush the person wear them down,
give them hell and hope they drown,
Suffocate them under pressure malicious,
turn the screw the poison's pernicious,
Tempted the crowd to join the throng
to sing the destructive evil song,
Sniggering laughter no respite,
follows the person day and night,
No concern that the truth be known
too late now the burdens grown,
Bearing down on the chosen one
no recompense the damage done,
Sudden their suicide, shocking news
too late now to change their views,
When murderous tongues have
their day,
Gossips will still continue their way,
for sticks and stones the bones will
break,
But words alone no life will take
any excuse their conscience to ease
though at the point of their demise
In mirrored reflection they will finally see
the need to live and love in harmony,
That we are really all the same,
giving one is to give all a destructive name,
So who will be first to cast the stone,
or in loving forgiveness repent and atone.

By Pamela V Hall