I Pity My Enemies Poem by samuel nze
I Pity My Enemies
I assured myself I was
Not giving up without a struggle
Where were they, who were they
These attackers of mine?
I pity my enemies
Those anticipating my doom
Praying feverishly for my
Ghastly undoing
Visiting this a dibah, that a witch
Mixing this a potion, that a drug
For my doom
I tell those who insist
That if it is me they are after
To go get better employment
As they are really wasting time.
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