Masereka Amos


A Quarrel Of Friends


Things of value and much importance
Can tend to separate friends in accordance
The family, the life and are one’s happiness
The thought of wrangles with unexpected origins
And throwing minds so blown away as by storm
Finding peace in what is to perform
False wisdom from envy and selfish ambition
Wishing to have what your friend has which is bringing collision
This thinking otherwise, taming totally your lies
About which is impossible, made this being possible in truth so washable
What a quarrel of friends, to tell the truth that offends
Friendship is turning dark and perversely so black
And you cannot see them in front only at your back
Turning this friendlier, thought of whose are interior
Should we be this quarrelsome in an audience full of applause?

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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