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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By Kevin Trent “Magus” Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell 