Cordial appearances seemed to stay, but lies and deceit make their way.
Fleet between the makers net, these fish swim away and stay in set.
As sneaky as they come, as sneaky as they go.
But don't be mistaken, everyone knows.
The foe of many faces, the face of many foes;
The underlying lie, waiting to be told.
The stabbers of many backs, the backs that only crack;
These make sure, that none can make it back.
Their deceit and lies, false tears and cries;
Any play to convince, that friends aren't spies.
They know that to be close, is better than afar,
Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer.
To cut it close, even closer than before;
To get caught, is worst than all betrayals and more.
This is the end of the betrayers pretend;
Because betrayers always lose, in their own game in the end.
(6/28/12)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem