Where loyalty means naught,
gossip runs amok the corridors of gentry.
‘Tis wisdom to fold the tongue within
lest a knife they find beneath your breast at morn.
Alas not a soul will be held to ransom
for this ghastly deed; for it is the way of the gentry,
is it not?
To kill in the shades of darkness
for the sake of a ale come ‘morrows eve.
Oh fair maiden ’tis the truth I speak
say not to one ’tis such that ails me.
What help is a Samaritan to a Jew
or a Jew to a Samaritan
if the oath of humanity is not revered by both.
‘Do unto another … as you will them do unto you’
Tis not help they seek to offer my beloved
but a morsel of fat they hope to gain
an offering to grease the sizzling pans of gossip.
For to truly help another
the sands on their heels must not be ignored
nor the scars on their backs.
From this they have been shaped
From this they must shape the future
guided with dignity
and not the arms of a narcissistic saviour.
Oh fair maiden heed my advice
Stay far from the morsel of gossip
it breeds you nothing but a soul fattened with maggots.