Rumor mongers

Traversed like a spider’s web
To everything and being they stab
With tongues that dance like piston
World all over it’s a malediction

They love to twaddle on nothing
Tripping tongue on trivial things
But neigh will they talk sense
But professionals in nonsense

Mind you they are not only women
Meeting in the marketplace
Even men and women of brain
Envelope themselves in this cloak of fools

Far from good is the habit
For it wastes precious time
Meant for development
Making our progress lame

Let us avoid it like a plague
Let us refrain from being part
Coz it leaves our mind vague
Clotting life’s improvement

© GIDRAF MWANGI