QUARANTINE LIFE: THOUGHTS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE TALEBEARERS

 

What they think they know

Is based on what they heard

And what they heard was fiction

Few were the true words

And yet they felt so free

To repeat the tales

So sure their source was credible

So sure that without fail

Their spin would be believed

Based on the musings of a mind

Itself unsure, clouded; deceived

And yet it seemed to find

An audience quite gullible

And so eager to tell

Of business not the least bit theirs

But they shared it so well

And caused great grief and strife

Waste and anguish, too

And none seem the least bit concerned

How their acts impact you

They’re the variety

Always saying “Let go”

Always hoping that you’ll forget

The past they troubled so

Hoping you won’t, like them

Un-tame your tongue and tell

The truth of matters of which

They all lied about so well

But you choose to be wise

Hold on to what you know

Knowing that vengeance is not yours

And they’ll reap what they sow