Whispers in the Street

I have recently found some of my lost writings. Among them was this poem which I'd like to share with you.

Whispers in the Street

They say they know what's best for me,

As we gather one and all.

They understand what's right and wrong for me,

Summer, winter, spring and fall.

They understand my every purpose,

They're caring and so sweet.

Life's evolving as predicted by

Those whispers in the street.

Those whispers, although silent

Shout a language all their own,

Passing from one another

Hearsay which has been sown,

Changing lives which are so fragile,

Reaping harvests still unknown.

But why should I persist and listen,

To experts self proclaimed?

Who know and predict the future,

As if it were prearranged.

But who gives these whispers their substance,

Determines their valid state?

It's a code which has not been written

Yet determines people's fate.

Whispers which breed a generation,

Sending it on its way.

Whispers which create a dogma, but

Have nothing valid to say.

Yes, we've created an entire nation

Of citizens so discreet,

While marching to the beating drum

Of whispers in the street.

Whispers shouting boldly,

Demanding to be heard!

Giving substance to all rumors

Including those unheard.

Whispers which control behavior

Of lives as yet unfurled.

Can anyone stand up and resist

Those whispers in the street?

Do you posses the strength and courage

To stand on your own two feet?

Do you dare to change and be different and

Oppose pretenders of the beat?

And rid this place of vicious lies,

Those whispers in the street?

I addressed one of my whispers today and feel a whole lot better because of it. Now I need to make sure that whisper doesn't return and turn my attention to silencing others.

Namaste`