Rumour Mill
by: Rebecca Taylor
The Rumour Mill works day and night
Grinding the truth into tiny particles like coffee
All it takes is a tiny bit for a strong brew
Once out of the pot, there is no pouring it back
The effects of the poison sipped in are everlasting
The burn lasts forever on the soul of the victim
Some manage strength by pushing the unpalatable lies away
Others fall target to the overwhelming fury of the overload
Caused by moving tongues building the heap of false information
And feeding the mill like a coal fired train
Someday honesty will find its mark
And place a closed sign on the door of the rumour mill
Freeing the nation from unnecessary pain.