If I don't trust myself
How can I trust another?
Who gave me a hand
Then fed me to the Lions
They come in different shades
Sometimes, more beautiful than violet
Unfriendly friends, in friendly garments
Dear Friend, trust, but suspect everything
They pound you in a mortar
Dream killers and nay sayers
If you can but be still
They will soon manifest
Before the rooster crowed
He manifested three times
If the Messiah had a dose
Be prepared...
Beyond the smile, look
With outstreached hands they come
Smiling surreptitiously at the prize
If only you can engage your minds' eyes
In Robert Greene I found wisdom
If you haven't seen "The Book"
You'll be lost in their "poli-tricks"
You should see "Fourty-Eight Laws Of Power..."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Makes a lot of sense. What would I know I'm an idiot!