Colin F. Jones

VAIN CROWS AND DICTATORS

Along the national boundary group the crows,
The vultures line up, in insipid rows,
Anticipating media, rub their greedy hands,
As from Iraq the last commercial liner lands.
He stands alone whose vanity succeeds,
From self promotion unity recedes,
And all his peers he thought provided gain,
Are there to witness his deserving shame.
Great men are wise, lest they lose their way,
And listen not to what their friends do say,
Yet those who copy from another’s line,
Who do not say so install their own decline.
As does selfishness of greedy men who dream;
Who go to war in vanity extreme.