Hand of a friend, Heart of a foe

They come in droves
With ears always open
Wanting to fill their vacuum
With tales of your misfortune

You see their outstretched hand
You offer your broken heart
They are reverse conquerors
They take the spoils without fighting the war

They thrive on you
You must continue to lose
Hand of a friend
Heart of a foe

– Osasu Oviawe

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