THE ARROW AT MY BACK

Many people are often backbitten by gossip and the hearers wouldn't enquire to find out the truth. They just agree to what is been told to them by false bearers. Hence, this piece speaks the issues

You can stoop me low

And step on my mountainous-head.

Kick me like a ball on the field of gossip,

Toss me like a coin on decision to pay,

Even in my absence, all truthful-lie be told.

Your cohorts may believe at the moment.

But faith will tell at last.

And what gain thy?

 

Hearers are beyond measures

Ears of water overflow with blind assumption.

Metres and miles is the barrier.

My goodness to you is wrath.

You heard, never asked, thought and concluded.

And what gain thy?

 

Both you and your friends are second-named “pity”

Because the false bearers and hearers are one.

One of friendly-enmity

Faithful daylight would expose minds

Thoughts of one would shatter

Then regret would be the case.

Men will hear and laugh

Women will laugh and gossip

Children will gossip, but will not forget.

And what gain thy?

 

Better should have you ask me

Ask me about my harmless-evil deed men talk about

Confirm with me, the accused.

The measures you give, you get

Thoughtful minds you should have;

Never to cross the rivers without knowing it’s depth

Neither eat a meat without knowing its name.

It’s too harm a thing to bear.

Don’t end up like that.

And what gain thy?

 

 

Author's Note

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