Your Foe Poem by PRADEEP PILLI

Those who have me, want me more,
Those who want me don't have,
I make the friends foes,
I make injustice justice.

I am loved by all,
I bring value to the valueless,
I make the kind the cruel,
I make the virtues the vices.

I am wanted by all,
I spoil the minds of the people,
I make saints sinners,
I make the Justice injustice.

If you try to embrace me, I will fly way;
Because I am your beloved enemy.