Do Your Worst Poem by Hannington Mumo

My best to friends and foes I'll cease not to do,
For the winds that ventilate the universe are not stirred by you;
The time is yours the worst to hit;
He presents himself to you this Lord servant for whatever treat
A malicious heart my conceive, whatever deadly ignominy:
I ask no iota of favor from the enemy.

Exhaust your sting and make good your venom;
That can only be the adversary's norm,
And I shall do my best to God and man,
And sure as death I'll sit on the thrones of success in return!