"Shut up."

That's what I'd like to tell people,
Whom I heard gossiping from afar.
Their little whispers and laughter,
Creates unity in their own kind.

They'd rather talk about it into groups,
Than actually saying it out loud.
I bet they felt a little assured,
Thinking that they have been understood.

But they're destroying themselves instead,
Digging on their own grave.
Stuck in a loop with the same topic,
Same hatred, same people, same outcomes.

I never understood the reason for it,
Their satisfaction of having shared hatreds.
But nothing actually happens, does it?
A waste of words, a waste of act, a waste of life.

What an absurd deed to spend time.
It'll be more fun if they rathered shutting up.

© ia