Friend or Foe

I am not your friend is extinct For even foes care for foes That I am insecure is the truth unfenced, Nurtured by the plight of an unfathomable past That I am trouble is esoteric, Enemies can show regard That I am obsequious is myth, Vague and precise naught Hear me dear friend! The world is void of love and truth, But the mind is pruned to an endless rationality It’s like an imagined fallacy paged with intrigues, The mutuality of unfeigned friendship Lashed by the force of a human hurricane, Mutilated by the tongues of unfounded speculations And fed to a world whose eyes are myopic with misery