Friendly Foes Poem by Precious Okidika

Hear! Hear! Friend,
Do not think these fiends friends,
All they seek my friend
Is naught but your very end.

Do not listen, my friend, To their idle chant of glorious end,
Take heed and run from these fiends,
Who would watch you stroll to a scornful end.

See! Friend see!
All around they dig holes,
Their thoughts friend, are not whole,
Their love for long will not hold!
You shall see my friend,
They are friendly foes.