My real enemies are better than my friend-enemies are At least real enemies make me run from where they are They let me know they wish me at all nothing good However, friend-enemies do sting me depending on their mood Real enemies live outside my life, and that makes me ease To fight them, whenever they want me get on my knees But friend-enemies’ unexpected surprises and the fatal gifts Do kill me from inside, same as incurably hidden disease Reason; Friend-enemies once help you stop from the freeze You run to them, leaving all your weak points on a lease Never differing the friendship business from the baseness God bless the real enemies, and stop the bliss with friend-enemies