A Song To My Enemies Poem by Alison Mujati

Song to my enemies

Smile with nothingness to show for it
Not rivalry but acquaintanceship often deceive
Smile of no kindness merely abhorrence, I'm learned

They daresay things
Honors and word crowns
To swindle vigilance, yet I discern their bosoms are soiled

Tender cores can be the hardest
Wherefore visiting with sympathy scribbled on pale faces,
While hearts are oozing bad blood

Paths to passion are never impugned
But those of loathe can never be disregarded
Hence whoever appears with a witty face must be vetted
Judas betrayedLord with a tender lip

Bear the armor as if you are submissive soldiery
I know the conspiracy encircling my circuit
Those I nourished from infancy have planned for a coup
I will go to war, not as an archenemy but messmate

With the nerve I possess,
the affluence I gathered as your majesty
It dawned on me that envy is ripe and sniffing overhead
One good mistake will steer me to tumble

Your armory enemies are largely lesser than your ambition
Reading through lines settles my fragile heart
However, had it been at equilibrium, I could have been almost full from gulping dust
Still here yet counting, my empire is growing fat

You ought to confuse sympathizers out there
Let them cry crocodile tears
Hoping the world hears
Well, they did but it is a too shallow way for the opposition to overthrow grace

If it is fortune they clamor for
I prefer giving out salaries but not bonuses
Tired of backstabbers and traitors
Enough against excess, a principle that speaks the softest of voices
Play to own tune, not anyone else' s

Being fought but not fighting back
Silence makes the loudest of noises
At least there is history to track
An experience alerted me my choices
He I am with victory in my sack

A beautiful song to my enemies