More harm marked than slander and lies
What a smashed and ruined spirit he had;
Loads of good reasons and purposes die,
Now seeing himself, how loner he is.

Robbing him of courage he call for,
And that something springs from the thoughtless mortal.
Chiming on his ears like a timely sent warning,
Cackling as he falter and fall by his way.

Reaching his limits, he himself a frail one.
That parent of dread and halfhearted work.
Weakening the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.

If he’ll opt to be a man without a vision,
Someone who ignores the feasible outcome.
Then, wait for the immediate poisoning of the soul you have,
It’ll stifle in infancy if you’ll only allow.

Both hopes and dreams, you’ll see them in debris.
With hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed; it’ll break any man,
Retort the evil spirit by saying ‘I can’.

(12/25/11 @xirlleelang)