No one seems to love you
Yet, we all make use of you!
You’re invincible,
Yet your damage is visible
And sometimes enduring
You kill without shedding blood
Yet, you destroy and put apart strong families
Your only weapons are
Talk-talk and listen á listen
But bites like the serpent
You are adorned with uncountable titles
Some call you ‘Gossip’
Others call you –
Mr Rumour, talk-talk, character assassin!
And many more!
You’ve put many in prison
And many have lost their jobs
And even properties!
Tittle-tattle – so powerful!
But if I don’t say when I see,
And I don’t listen when I hear,
Mr Rumour will be toothless
And the world will be a better place to live!
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