Now i know,
that a good friend is an enemy in waiting,
i even prefer the bullets of an enemy,
i have really been done,
they came in humility, but have left in pride,
i have been robbed of, and left without,
no more reason for me to smile,
soon i will get to my feet,
and they shall be ashamed,
because Christ has done it for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i first that i will hate this poem when i read the first lines.... i though i'll just read this and leave without rating and commenting.... but i was wrong.... i rated this one 10.... and i think i don't hate it.