WHO AM I?

I have no respect for justice.
  I maim without killing.
  I break hearts and ruin lives.
  I am cunning and malicious and gather strength  with age.
  The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
  I flourish at every level of society.
  My victims are helpless; they cannot protect
  themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
  To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
  I am nobody's friend.
  Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
  I topple governments and ruin marriages.
  I end ministries set up by God.
  I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
  I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
  I make headlines, headaches and heartaches
  I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
  Even my name hisses.

WHO AM I?  I AM CALLED GOSSIP.
I come in many forms:
  Church gossip
  Office gossip
  Shop gossip
  Party gossip
  Telephone gossip
  Online gossip

 

 

 

Gossip Town

Have you ever heard of Gossip Town
On the shores of falsehood Bay,
Where old Dame Rumor with rustling gown
Is going the livelong day?

It isn't far to Gossip Town,
For people who want to go.
The Idleness Train will take you down
In just an hour or so.

The Thoughtless Road is a popular route,
And most folks start that way,
But it's steep down grade;
If you don't watch out,

You'll land in Falsehood Bay.
You glide through the valley of Vicious Town
And into the tunnel of Hate;
Then crossing the Add-To Bridge, you walk
Right into the city gate.

The principal street is called, "They Say,"
"I've Heard" is the public well,
and the breezes that blow from Falsehood Bay
are laden with, "Don't You Tell."

In the midst of the town is Tell Tale Park.
You're never quite safe while there,
For its owner is Madame Suspicious Remark,
Who lives on the street, Don't Care.

Just back of the park is Slanders Row.
'Twas there that Good Name died
pierced by a dart from Jealousy's bow,
in the hands of Envious Pride.

From Gossip Town, peace long since fled,
But envy, and strife and woe
And sorrow and care, you find instead,
If ever you chance to go.

- Anon.