Indiscretion
Is an unfortunate trait
Igniting rumours
Spreading hate
Lighting fires
Where waters were calm
With the intention of causing
Somebody harm
Sullying a reputation
Dropping poison in willing ears
The Ten Of Swords is dealt
Back stabbing the tactic of fear
The cowardly assailant
Dishing dirt from behind the scenes
A malevolent Wizard Of Oz
Manipulating things
And minions with loaded guns
Patrol now they’ve been ‘armed’
Programmed, remotely controlled
By the Wizard which has them charmed
Poised to attack
When the ‘enemy’ draws near
Enlisted to fight someone else’s war
Not to support any cause they hold dear
Embroiled in something
That concerns them not
Having leapt on the bandwagon
Intent on thickening the plot
Oh, the Wizard had swallowed
A bitter pill
Which caused it to vent it’s spleen
With bias and embellishment
It’d carefully set the scene
Cast itself as the innocent victim
In a fairytale
It’d relayed to it’s little minions
Itself the hero that must prevail
They writhed and they seethed
Utterly taken in
By the Wizard’s fantastical story
Believing everything
And their blood began to boil
Then it bubbled and it blistered
And it’s putrid bile did overflow
Into a sea of Chinese Whispers.
Rachel Rhodes 