Bushfires of rumours incinerate tinder dry forests at lightning speed,
Gain momentum from loose tongue high winds and consume
Lives of wives and their reputations for a dime or a quid
Offered in bribes by insurgents and agents of doom.
Make allowances in advance for victims of rumours
Who suffer alone as rumour jaw droppers and lie mongers
Stalk up fires of destruction as herbal humours
Lubricate their green eyes to multiply blunders.
Don't jump on bandwagons of kangaroo courts
Staffed by busybodies with too much time on their hands,
Too little value to share and fabricated sorts
Of vile lies fomented to feed grapevines in many stands.
Join a crusade to pave the way for sane circulations
Of truth to disseminate positive armatures and demote cultures
Whose sole purpose shields reputations and incentivise organisations
That spare no effort and lend maximum support to eradicate rumour vultures.
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