Fret Not- Ian Munywe Poem by ian munywe

FRET NOT
When you are rising,
they relish pulling you down.
When you are plummeting,
they are reluctant to pull you up.
This is not new,
nothing is under the sun.
They invest in hearsay,
they inject conjecture.
These champions of malice,
these conscripts of animus.
Fret not about this lot,
fear not their rot.
Contort your own fate,
distort all their hate.
Hurl it out the gate,
at a swift rate.
With,
vehemence.
like that of a nemesis,
to an arch-nemesis.
Eyes open ears ajar,
moves discreet isn`t it?
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