The Enemy
And whom do I call my enemy?
Is it you,
Wearing the same colour, praying to the same God
Or is it them,
Two faced and preaching difference?
I am ready to believe,
Some ears listen to the same notes
There, on the other side.
I am ready to undertake
A Revolution
Here, in this Place.
My Enemy
Is the one who feeds hatred
Like a blindfolded fire
And gleefully
watches the blaze.
Far from that enemy my soul will stay.
Laëtitia Maarek