Colin F. Jones

ALL GOOD THINGS

All good things are soon destroyed by greed,
For we all desire the ingredients of such seed,
That even those untruthful in their claim,
Will deplete the Golden fields without shame.
‘Tis jealousy and envy in foul hearts,
Which crosses boundaries that righteousness departs,
For few retreat from the Golden glow,
Where from they steal what other people sow.
You can’t refute a claim of violent dream,
Nor an act of anger blamed on something seen,
That one has suffered from another’s smoke,
Or claimed a million for what you thought a joke.
‘Tis a world – of hunger, selfishness and pride –
For which I’m pleased that neither of us died.