Rumours - GMO for the mind! (Poetry)

If you have lived long enough and have a little keen observation

I have no doubt you will relate to this common situation

WHen data treacles down the grape vine and changes form

The story modifies, twists and grows and amplifies, filled with lies

No one bothers to come and ask for your witness testimony (IF only!)

People receive the 'news' and accept it as fact; They swallow, digest and react!

My mistakes blown out of proportion, I'm painted as wicked as Nero!Others defend their image and get painted as heroes!

The crowds that used to greet go silent. (I wouldn't be shocked if they turned Kill-Bill violent!)

Written on each face, a scowl that tells me the rumour has taken root, found a cosy place
Yet no one has come to ask - No one wants a fact finding task or intercedes for grace

Those words become a mask to mask the truth that they wont ask

Gossip goes down like a t-bone stake, juicy, tender, GMO and fake

Wont someone give me a break!

But in all this atleast I know my real friends come to inquire because they care

For them, its more than just another juicy morsel to share.

So before you listen to a story that is seeping through the vine

ANd before you share it, think: Is it true, is it fair, will sharing it be kind?

Sometimes you have better things to feed your mind!

*Food for thought - No G.M.O. for the mind!*

Danger in the streets

Walking through town on a busy day, when suddenly
The crowd screams and people are running in all directions
Panic, vendors drop their wares on the street,
Fruit trampled by rushing feet

Stumbling, almost tumbling, not sure where to turn
Crying and scampering, Not sure whats going on
Where is the danger? Where is safety? What has caused this maddening cry?
Gun shots in the air, scared faces everywhere
Old and young racing down the street; shocked faces, stumbling feet
Then suddenly its over
Three officers throw a body in a van
A lifeless corpse next to an AK 47
He lived by the sword, he died by the sword
Bullets in this case - a crime attempted in vain
Such a waste, such a price, such a shame

The deeper the roots, the stronger the tree

The deeper the roots, the greater storm it will survive

Starved by drought and disaster

This tree is now a master

Of the elements; Standing tall come wind or rain

All the hardship was not in vain

In the thirsty days its roots dug deeper

When the strong wind came, (that mighty reaper)

Other trees fell but this one stood tall

Unmovable like a defense brick wall

Deep roots are the secret of standing tall

Deep roots; the invisible strength unseen on the surface

Knowledge and faith quietly fed

Power and character building up inside

Roots growing deep and wide

Its not all about what you surface

The surface can be deceitful

Like on so many trees that fell

who could tell that they wouldn't stand?

The secret is the foundation

The eternal Rock - solid and eternally true

The word and prayer giving life to you

Daily doses slowly building you from the inside

The more growth, the better in warfare

You can't fatten the cow on the day of battle

You can't study when the exam has begun

Training should begin before the storm has come

The deeper you go the stronger you'll be

How deep are your roots?