When Lead Flies

(Rhythmically similar to "A Poem on the Underground Wall" by Simon and Garfunkel) All our words begin beguiling Before they may be found reviling And for all our sweet and sadly smiling There's behind our words a gross defiling Of what may be the intent What we get when words of greeting Have our minds their meanings meeting Becomes a curious self defeating Mindless, goaty sheepish bleating Of information impertinent The innocuousness of gossiped lies Soon become the lead that flies Maliciously towards our neighbours Mitigating our behaviours Of kindness as a human When lead flies forth from one man's lip Too soon is it returned the clip Of angry, heated shoutings thrown From man's selfish illusioned throne