The wicked chatter builds
Gathering in an orchestra of hatred
Culminating, in a shrill cry of warfare!

My mind falls dormant
Taken with their cause
Infused with fear and ignorance
Answering to their beckon and call

I arose to my feet
Pressed forward by impulse
Assembled my fingers into a single fist
And thrust the ages of binding gossip!

He sunk battered and bruised
Then arose to his knees,
Only to be caught by a downward blow
Spiraling toward a mad gushing river of anguish
Enslaved to the beastly, monstrous laughter
Unrelenting, all consuming

I awakened to my senses
Accompanied by awe and shame
Masses cheered on my heinous crimes
Soon dispersed by an ominous bell’s toll

Slow and surely
I extend my arm,
For the quivering wreck of my making
Comforting him in savage guilt
Weeping in endless unison
I clung tight to his company
Huddled beneath my right arm
Whilst wielding the burdens
Burrowed in the confines of my thoughts
Never to depart me, even in my slow demise