The Rumor

A story calls
A rumor rings through the air
It flows through lips
Unconscious waves of sound
It travels at a darker speed much greater than that of light
Through day and night
The words slip past
And echo all around
A violent sound
Bringing laughs and bringing tears
Depending on who owns the ears
That hear the repetition or
Feel the vibration
Shaking to the core
A myth
A lie
Yet trice believed
Will no one stand for truth?
To climb above is one thing
But to hear
And to scorn what is heard
Is both a sword and shield.
On which side will you yield?