I live just like this!: A poem

The one I love the most in the world

is partying with my enemies!

So what do I do? Let them have their flags unfurled?

Or, in rage, shake up all their trees?

I know Saint Paul and Ananus ben Ananus are hand in glove

Though they pretend to be on opposite sides of the trough

But me, in the eternal checkmate of me, I look with grace from above

And tone down my emotion for all that I love!

I won’t cry about my pain, and even if with weak acts I deign

I know my enemies will capitalise on it, after the rain, again and again!

I see beauty in sacrifice and duty, even if I am called insane

for rejecting all that comes with selfish sense of gain!

And would I so, selflessly, think I am nobody’s child

even if that should leave me impoverished, helpless and wild

I’ve always prided myself to be a one-man army

Even in the overlooming clouds, I see myself as balmy (not what you all think as barmy!)