Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Nothing Gained 

Two or three enemies conspiring in unison, 
However petty or untrue their cause 
Can turn an army of friends against you,
As if it never was

A couple of soured enemies,
In coveting something you possessed 
Banded together for your ruin 
But never settled their own unrest

Child A, when refused a toy
That clearly belonged to Child B
Child A smashed it, in a rage, and turned 
His eye to the toys of Child C

As many toys as he can jealously take
Each stolen, broken or thrown 
Each proves only how sad he is 
For never having toys of his own 


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