So  in a rage we break our treasures fine

In a rage we break our treasures  fine
The china  gold, the artwork, worse…. a friend
Possessed by envy, hatred,  thoughts malign

Little children scream,no, that is mine
When we’re older wisdom might descend
Still in a rage we break our treasures  fine

We are human beings, not divine
We make an error, should that be the end;
Possessed by envy, hatred,  thoughts malign?

After we have   broken friendship’s lines
When in grief our  best garments we rend
So  in a rage we break our treasures  fine

Later in regret we  see we’re blind
And it’s too late to  make or do or mend
 Ruled by envy, hatred,  thoughts malign

Inside ourself ,  do know we ‘ve sinned?
Weep and weep , this  seems to be the end
In a rage we broke our treasures  fine
Now we live in  imprisoned ,unresigned.