You can cull love from a common hate
With a bond which will look like fate
But when a twist calls for a change
That so called love will turn so strange
II
Because the common factor breaks to begin an anarchy
Where friction shocks, breaking all empathy
So where hate baited a common enemy
Will start making friendship a standing frenemy
III
Then it begins, the state of hatred
When frenemies get to their limits of their angered
And fight so hard, with a will so strong
Until all good sparks change to wrong
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 30, 2021
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