Colin F. Jones

NATURAL SCALES

Restrict in one what he receives,
Then greed will in him grow;
Complaisance with lack of need,
Expose one to the foe.
Good planning makes for good result,
When time seems ever short,
Defence is strongest in assault,
In knowing when to abort.
There is no love in one who gives,
Lest he himself receives,
And death resides in none that live,
Though they may quietly bleed.
Hope in man can’t plant its seed,
Without the will to breed.

Tragedy, the Mother of hope,
Is wed to sin and fear,
And lives in those who cannot cope,
Lest their God is standing near.
Compress a people like a spring,
And when it is released,
It will seek to claim everything,
Becoming its gaoler’s beast.
The poor complain that they’re not rich,
But when rich ignore the poor,
And Governments that drop a stitch,
Charge extra at the door.
And no one plays on Earth’s great pitch,
Who knows whom he’s batting for.