Whispers

Whispers stir

Further than you know-

They spiral up staircases

And make their marks around the room.

They hang their portraits in

The eyes of children

And make their souls ache

Forever.

Is that your aspiration?

To hurt others?

Because if it is-

You need to do it more courageously.

Scream it till the mirrors break

And the earth crumbles.

If evil's what you're aiming at-

Do it right and with gusto

And the perfect ammunition.

Don't be a hypocrite that keeps everybody guessing.

Be real.

If it's not foreign to you.

Because nothing screams

A cowardice banner

Across the sky

Quiet like whispers do.