11. O Rumour !
O Rumour! When you are afloat,
Walls get ears and winds tongue,
Words do sail like a speed boat.
Truth is butchered in a harangue.
Truth implores to be heard raptly.
But all follies then go overboard.
Without giving a damn patiently,
Mob lynches innocence on board.
When the blood thirst is quenched,
Not a single heart finally does melt.
As the life of innocence is wrenched,
Is there anything for folly to repent?
