FRIENDS AND FOES

12 years ago, I was waking up with friends and foes,

Living under fear, and no one the crown to bear

Who is the judge, and who would be the leader

Because we are in a jungle, looking for just a winner

See, there was a prized artifact with an ultimatum

The prized artifact I can’t tell for fact until the day comes.

Faces black and white, some brown, some even red

Feeding off same pots, with agendas on their minds which cannot be read

I prayed, I cried, I sang, I fought.

I begged my way, others, I bought

So, I define “friends”: Motherfuckers, who wouldn’t trample on you no matter what and try to stand by you at all cost.

And “foe”: assholes, who would trample on you no matter what and try to stand NOT beside you at all cost.

but what happens to friends when “cost” becomes high, and “he”(failure) wishes one to be replaced or they get “him” first?, in a jungle where winning is a must.

Foes on the other hand would be joyful and make merry, sending thanks to their godmother’s fiery

Because they would be glad to appoint you to failure’s book of villains to be buried

Someone once said, “I prefer to date an old woman, than date an old girl”

So also, I prefer to associate with the devil, than with a friendly foe.

   FRIENDS and FOES of the universe, make your choices on whom to hate or love, and do it a hundred and one percent, and stop living in false pretence.

   Written by

OLIJED.I.DOMINIC