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.

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