Some
.
people
.
love
.
t
o
.
play
.
that
.
game . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ that
game
.
t
h
a
t
.
seeks
.
t
o
.
entertain,
.
.
w
i
t
h
.
.
words
.
t
h
a
t
.
maim . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
words
.
t
h
a
t
.
shame . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
words
.
t
h
a
t
.
aim
.
t
o
.
humiliate . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
crowd
–
–
feeds
upon
–
–
every
flame . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
The
crowd
–
–
feeds
upon
–
–
every
grenade
.
.
o
f
.
.
bitterness
.
a
n
d
.
hate . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
t
u
r
n
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
t
u
r
n
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
–
although
.
some
.
m
a
y
.
love
.
t
o
.
play
.
t
h
a
t
.
game . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
would
.
rather
.
fade
.
f
r
o
m
.
places
.
where
.
kindness
.
n
o
.
longer
.
reigns . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
would
.
rather
.
fade
.
f
r
o
m
.
places
–
–
where
.
love
.
h
a
s
.
forgotten
.
h
e
r
.
name . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
t
u
r
n
.
away.
Reflection: This was a forgotten reflective-themed gem of a poem that I wrote back in September of 2013 in reflection of not only those who routinely engage in senseless gossip and create drama – but also those that participate and do nothing to defend or protect the targets of such attacks.