How are you viewed by the other?
How are you viewed by yourself?
When words are said
As if you are dead
Mis conjecture is a wicked spectre
That hides on the tongue of the ignorant.
Peddling lies based on envious eyes
There is no image based on perception
This is an age-old deception
You are whom you are
Do not let another set the bar
So, if words are said as if you are dead
And have no form
Don't be scorned
For many Spiritualities forewarn
That only God can judge and scorn
So, the next time you are torn
By back biting and words said as if you are dead
Remember that nuance said
Only God can judge us
So, let them spiel their wicked words
For the ghouls will have heard
Let them wither in their ivory towers
with their souls so idealistically soured