Peace Robbers

On surfaces friendly faces,

Full of envy replete with evil jealousy.

When they fail to follow your trail

Thousands of flaws and faults in your work they trace.

The poet wants to scream," l am not a part of your rat race."

"You can't do this, you can't do that"

This is what they would publically yell.

The higher your flight the more they fright.

At any cost stooping down to mean levels

They intend to erase your being by clipping your wings and crippling your soul.

For them you and your back breaking ventures turn out to be stumbling blocks,

Which by hook or by crook they intend to crush and pierce,

Using their biting tongues

The moment your back is turned towards the flock.

Your spirits are being crushed,

Your confidence is being shaken,

Your creativity is being murdered,

Your heart is being broken.

Mostly by those whom you trust the most.

Beware, by chance if you stand for yourself and

Give voice to your bleeding soul.

You will for sure be blamed by them and their well-wishers.

And then the poor poet's heart would silently wail to discern that the string of faith is so frail.

In order to let you down l am sure,

They won't hesitate to dig your grave with their concealed and well disguised frown.

Mud slinging is their favourite pastime,

Pulling legs of others in their absence for them is neither a sin nor a crime.

Such are the traits of  the peace robbers.

The peace robbers,the heartless peace robbers who have let loose thousands of eyes and ears on their mission.,

To tarnish the image of many who for their such wild acts have given them no reason.

If they can they must pay heed to the poor poet's advice.

That time, respect and faith are such birds,

Which once fly from one's hands will never ever return how so ever one may cry.