"If we were all judged by our thoughts, the hills would be swarming with outlaws." Sigurjonsson
BAD SEEDS
Smiles on our faces
Goodness so evasive
A smidgen of hate hibernates in everyone's soul
Pushing and shoving in search for the gold
Slapping the back of a friend
Encouraging helpful hands to lend
But jealousy steams in the pit of your gut
Tension too thick to be cut
Bad seeds are planted by greed
Wanting what we really won't need
In an instant our best goes afoul
Replacing our smile with a scowl
There are instances invading our thought
Adverse to the goodness we're taught
If everyone acted upon something festering in our craws
The hills would be swarming with outlaws
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