Once, and only once,
Did the Moor trust
And make that mistake.
His ‘loyal’ servant turned rogue.
The green eyed monster showed.

How, if only how,
Did a cousin turn
To kill his own?
A King was brought down by a sword.
The green eyed monster roared.

Why, just answer why,
Would the lover murder
A cousin of his heart’s desire?
Both died a futile death that night.
The green eyed monster, satisfied.

And Shakespeare wrote
Of anger and strife. And
The green eyed monster is still alive.