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

By Kevin Trent “Magus” Boswell

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